It's a little Winter, 6 days old, which advances in the palace of ice wings. He would have liked to play with his brother, but the latter was too busy fighting for the ranking.

Winter is only 6 days old and the young prince does not understand his brother's long speech about the classification. "What a strange thing" Winter had thought.

So here he is alone, in the halls of the palace at night. He did not meet anyone from his family. His aunt the queen was in the middle of a meeting and his parents could not be found. Winter suddenly wanted to go play with her parents. The other day they made a strange game, they gave him a big paw when he came out of his egg "is this a way of congratulating him on getting there?". He really doesn't like this game, so the dragonet was thinking of making another one a little less extreme.

Suddenly, in the distance, he heard sounds of dragons hitting something and crackles resembling the ones he heard coming out of his egg. He approached even closer to the door and through a small opening, he saw something frightening. Her mother holds a knife and kicks now destroyed eggs. Narval watches her with a look of disgust towards the little victims lying on the ice floor. Some had their heads almost torn off and others their wings and legs. Winter slipped in unnoticed by her parents and grabbed one of her little dragonets. He put him on his back and went to the infirmary, blood flowing from the body. Once there, Winter grabbed a roll of bandage and began to put it on his brother with difficulty.

Suddenly, noises of greenhouses approach, threatening and growing. Narval suddenly burst in, glaring furiously at his youngest son.

- Dad help me the dragon has bobo and....

Winter was cut by his eldest who gave him a big slap. Winter was thrown against the wall before being kicked again. A lot of blood flows from him.

- Daddy please stop, it hurts. Winter said crying, her voice shaking and breaking.

Narval continues stronger.

- Daddy please the dragon has bobo.

- HE DIED A SON'S MORNING! AND BECAUSE OF YOU! IF YOU WERE NOT A GACHI HE WOULD BE ALIVE AND WE SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED HIM TO AVOID A SECOND MISTAKE LIKE YOU! Narwhal breathes like a rhino near charged. He took the lifeless body and threw it on Winter's head and left.

° The Queen °

Glacier had finished her meeting and was heading to her bedroom to get some sleep when she saw a large trail of blood on the floor. Frightened, she followed the path of blood until arriving in front of her youngest nephew's room. She carefully opened the door and saw the bleeding Winter making some kind of coffin for a premature and completely shredded whelp corpse. The queen had a heartache. She gently opened the door, but as soon as Winter saw his aunt, he let out a little cry and ducked under her bed. The ice wing advanced and began to grab the little dragonet, but the latter took refuge under the chest of drawers. Glacier sighed.

° Winter °

Aunt Glacier sighed. Was she angry too? Frightened, he put his paws over his eyes. Her aunt walks up to the chest of drawers and stops. Then, the little prince heard the noise of a pot being placed on the ground. He lifts his two paws and sees a bottle of disinfectant. A few seconds later bandages were put on followed by a wounded bird. And suddenly, the queen of the ice wings went to the front of the room and sat down.

° Glacier °

I had dozed off when I heard movement. I open my eyes to see Winter at the window with the now cured bird. He opened the window and the bird, after giving him a caress with its head, flew up into the sky. I approached Winter. He turns around scared so I lay down on the floor. After a few minutes I feel it land in my front legs under my head. He looks at me with wide eyes as if I was going to beat him violently. I lay my muzzle affectionately on his head and he relaxes, purring almost like a cat. Then I light a candle and we paid homage to his little brother.........