- Fyi this is my fist try at writing one of these, so please be gentle with criticism.
You had no idea how log it'd been since your parents ventured further into the raging blizzard, leaving you on your own in the middle of
nowhere...far from your forest home within the giant ice caves of the north. You were getting too cold to stay where you were, and
besides...you could hear something behind you, and it was huge. You jump to your feet and wrap your arms around your tiny frame and run into he direction your parents went. You run and run but just can't find them...and you collapse into the snow, unable to handle the freezing cold. The last thing you remember before slipping into darkness is hearing the terrifying roar of an Ice Dragon..."They are real..." you say, then fall into oblivion.
I had followed the scent of the two forest Elves through the heart of the blizzard, but only found their swords in the snow. No real remains left behind...pitiful things must've been eaten alive by a Winter Wyrm, such a waste and tragedy. That's when I caught the scent of a child, I rushed to it as fast as I could...soon finding him/her half buried in the snow and close to death, barely hanging on to life. I may be a Dragonborn...but I couldn't let the young one die. I used a special spell to release my wings and tail and flew back to my warm safe coven, hoping the poor child would survive the flight. Once I got inside I laid him/her down on my couch and used a fire rune spell to light the fire in the fireplace, then I started cooking...having sensed the child would probably require nutrition when he/she awoke. The poor thing looked to be no more than 3-4 years old...yet looks can be deceiving. I took watch that night over the child to ensure his/her survival.
You wake up in s strange place lit by firelight from the fireplace and scattered candles, it looks like the Dragonborn caves your parents would tell you about in bedtime stories. You feel freezing, but you know that the warm fire will heat you up soon enough. That's when the house resident speaks up from in front of you, "Ah, you're awake, Little One. 'Ow do you feel?" nervously you look up at the lady...and answer shakily with fear when you see she has only one visible inverted-looking eye (purple pupil..black eye) and blood coming from under her bangs where her other eye should be, " I...I-I'm cold." You squeak out. The scary lady chuckles at your reaction and answer, "I should think so, you nearly froze to death out in the Blizzard. What was a little thing like yourself doing out in the middle of that storm? were you lost?" She sounded concerned for you, but she didn't seem to show it. Then again you were terrified of her..." My Mama and Papa did something bad, so we had to find the bad thing and get rid of it. They left me alone in the snow...and I tried to find them, but they were gone." You say to the lady, feeling sad now...assuming that your Mother and Father had gone to join the stars. "I see..." the lady says, "Do you 'ave a name, Little One?" she sounds much more tender and caring now, like an overprotective Mother Dragon, "M-My name is (Your Name) of C-Clan Stargazers, I'm four." you smile to yourself, your name and clan always made you proud. The lady manages a gentle smile and pats your head, " I am Lebri TwilightBreaker...Others call me Greenland. I am a Dragonborn, but you 'ave not to fear of death with me. I favor your bravery." You just sit there in awe, the stories and Legends were all true, Dragonborn did exist! and you were sitting right in front of one! how and why she didn't want to kill you remained a mystery to you however...and it always would.
I did not understand why (your name) was looking at me like that at first, but then I felt a sense of pride from it. Perhaps he/she was in wonder from my mere presence? Yes that was it, the awe and wonder that only a child of his/her age could possess. I decided to care for him/her until I could take him/her back to his/her clan and find him/her a proper family. I taught (Your name) about the dangers of the ice and the creatures that live below it so that he/she could have a better chance of surviving the tragic fate of his/her parents, but as I did so I began to feel a connection grow between us. I was not used to the emotion most call affection, but the instinct to protect? ja...that I am used to and could understand of myself. I did my best to care for (your name) every day, even though I am not usually good with caring for Humans...even small ones. But there was something I noticed by day six, she/he had pointed ears like my own...and she had another scent...something familiar to me, an Elf. My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to ask. "(Your name)….what exactly are you? Are you Human?" his/her eyes looked confused for a moment, then lit up with sparkles that shined like the stars above as the answer flowed out, "I'm a Forest Elf, like Mama and Papa. I was born this way." I relaxed in his/her presence for once, as it was much easier to handle than having to deal with such a disgusting and useless lower species like Humans. Elves were mostly immortal by birth and barely physically aged over 22 years, making their youthful existence all the more pure. Talking and playing survival games with (your name) was no longer such a chore and became all the more worthwhile, but I knew it had to return and give up him/her to his/her clan at some point. Nothing could last completely forever. But this didn't mean I couldn't still protect them from danger though. I flew (your name) back yo his/her clan a few days later...watching him/her growing stronger and more brave. It is a blessing to be as pure and innocent as a child as you can be, and I believe I did the right thing....although I do miss (your name) from time to time, and hope that he/she comes back to find me in his/her later years of life. I'll be glad to see him/her.