You are among the last of your people. The last of the bearers of flame, the last of the skysingers, the last of a once proud race. The wings that once carried you through the sky now lay limply at your side, doomed to slowly atrophy from lack of use. The claws that once tore apart your enemies with brutal efficiency are now dull and worn from brushing against the hard stone walls. Even your flame, your very being, is deteriorating from malnutrition and the cold. You don’t know if you can even call yourself a Draak anymore, you’ve lost everything that you thought the word Draak represented. No, you lost the right to call yourself a Draak three months ago on that fateful day. The deterioration of your body is only a minor embarrassment compared to the shame of what happened then. You should have never listened to the mother dragon's words when she told you to take the young with you into the caverns. You almost didn’t, in fact, but when she entrusted you with her egg you knew you couldn’t refuse. That egg is the hope of your people, it is the candle in the dark. Still, you should have fought to the last Draak with him, at least then the Draak could have died a proud people and that is what any self-respecting Draak warrior would have done. Now all that’s left for the Draak is dying a slow death of starvation scrabbling around in these dark caves.

The 20 Draak young you’ve taken with you have turned into 15 and the 15 will soon turn into none if food is not found soon. It pains you to see the dullness in their eyes and their stunted forms. All you can do is march onwards and hope you find something. You lead the group continually downwards while a teenaged Draak, Afi, makes sure the children don’t wander away from the group with her keen eyes. To the right of you the taciturn flame-hearted Draak, Loto, keeps the dragon egg heated with his blue flames. It seems to be another day of slow starvation when one of the children suddenly lets out a cry, a spider has landed on his snout. Afi quickly nips at him for his foolishness before processing what the spider means.

Life.

It is life.