The sound of thunder broke the air, the winds whipping debris as if bullets, pelting her scales with pain, the young green dragonet trembling in her satchel. Barely a glint of light for miles and the pouring rain clouding her view as she frantically looked around, clutching the chick to her chest, fearing the end. She flew in a random direction, following herself as fast her wings could carry her, swerving around trees that flung themselves at her. 

The last thing she remembered was a crash and a bang then the feeling of rushing water.

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“Queen Glory, there’s a SeaWing in the forest.”

“Are you sure it’s not Tsunami?”

“Positive.”

“Their condition?”

“Unconscious, Queen Glory.”

“Thank you Mangrove, I will see to it immediately.”

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“Hello?” A soft voice said.

She weakly opened her eyes to see an odd dragon standing in front of her, their eyes covered with concern and wonder.

“Who are you?” She muttered, looking up at the purple dragon in awe and fear.

“I’m Gloam.” They said. 

“Where am I?” 

“You’re in the Rain Kingdom. Now stop moving, you’ve got leaves on you.”

Once again she fell unconscious, this time waking up in a little hut with bottles of odd liquid and boxes filled with fruits and other objects she couldn’t identify. When she looked up she saw a small group of colorful dragons whispering something until one saw her.

“She’s awake.” A male voice said as they all turned to her. 

“State your name.” A green one said firmly.

“Loch.” She responded quietly, she noticed she had a burning pain in her wing and hissed at it, to which one in the group gasped and took out a dart tube. 

“Stand down.” The green dragon ordered, she was definitely the leader of the bunch. “Your wing is broken, Gloam found you like that by the river.”

Gloam.. where have I heard that name? She thought as a beautiful purple dragon came out of the crowd and Loch inhaled sharply. 

“It’s you-!” She choked out as their emerald green eyes watched hers. It felt off, having something so elegant to watch your every move.

“So, Loch, was it?” Gloam said, tilting her head, with Loch only responding with a nod.

“Wait, where’s the dragonet?” She said all of a sudden.

“Oh, he was in your little purse thing.” The male said, handing it over.

“Satchel.” Loch corrected, taking it with care, opening it to find a calmly sleeping small dragon.

“What’s his name?” Gloam asked.

“...Hurricane.”