The baby dragon flew through space, far away from the planet he had just left. Around him, there was nothing but darkness and light—millions of stars, too far to touch.

  There was no one here. No sound. No warmth. Just silence.

  He thought back to the the place he was born. The angry dragons. The way they tried to kill him. He didn't know why they hated him. He hadn't even spoken yet.

  The baby dragons chest hurt. It felt tight and heavy, like something was missing. He had eaten enough. He had slept. But inside, there was a hole nothing could fill.

  Why am I alive?

  He remembered the lightning. That power inside him, crackling in his wings and tail. It felt like it belonged to him. Like it was a part of who he was. But even that didn't make him happy.

  What was the point of having power if there was no one to share it with?

  No one to talk to.

  No one to understand.

  He kept flying, past floating rocks and frozen light. He saw a broken piece of ice, drifting slowly through the dark. His own reflection looked back at him. A small dragon with dark blue scales and dark eyes.

  He looked different.

  He was different.

  And maybe… that's why the fire dragons had rejected him.

  He didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't stop.

  Even if no one wanted him…

  Even if he had no name…

  He would keep going.

  Because maybe, somewhere out there, there was a place where he belonged. A place where he could grow. A place where he could find out who he really was.

  For now, he was just a baby dragon, flying through the lonely sky.

  The baby dragon had been flying for three days now. His wings ached, and his stomach growled. He was hungry—desperately hungry.

  He spotted a small planet below covered in ice. He needed food. He needed rest.

  He descended slowly, landing on the frozen surface with a soft thud. The cold bit at his scales, but he didn't care. It was better than the endless emptiness of space.

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  The landscape stretched out before him—snow, ice, and jagged rocks. There was nothing here but silence.

  He sniffed the air and caught the scent of something alive. He followed it, his claws crunching in the snow.

  Soon, he found it—an animal, covered in thick white fur, moving slowly through the snow. It was big, but not fast. The baby dragon crept forward, and then, without warning, he pounced.

  His teeth sank into the creature's fur, and with one quick move, he killed it. He ate quickly, his hunger consuming him.

  Once he was done, he looked around. The snow stretched on forever, a vast, cold wasteland.

  Then he saw it.

  Across the frozen ground, a dragon stood. This one was different—its scales were pale, like ice. Its eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

  The baby dragon's heart raced. Was it going to attack?

  But the ice dragon didn't move. It just stood there, staring back.

  The baby dragon's instincts screamed at him to run, but something held him back. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

  He took a step forward and shouted after the ice dragon. "Hey!" The word felt strange in his mouth—he hadn't realized he could speak.

  The ice dragon paused, its head slightly tilted, as if confused by the words. It turned slowly, its eyes narrowing, but it didn't speak.

  The baby dragon hesitated but then stepped closer. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. "Are you… lost too?"

  The ice dragon took a step back, eyes widening in disbelief. "You speak…" It wasn't a question; it was a statement of pure astonishment. "But... you're just a baby."

  The baby dragon tilted his head. "What does that mean?"

  The ice dragon stared at him for a long moment, then spoke again, its voice low and hesitant. "Dragons… we don't speak until we're 20 years old. You're young... far too young. Yet you can speak."

  The baby dragon blinked. "Huh?"

  The ice dragon took a cautious step forward, studying him closely. "What kind of dragon are you?"

  "I don't know," the baby dragon admitted. "I was born far away, and they... they tried to kill me." He looked down at his claws, the painful memory resurfacing. "I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go."

  The ice dragon's expression softened. "I see." It seemed almost sad.

  The ice dragon stared at him for a long moment, its icy gaze softening. It seemed to be weighing something. After a long pause, it took a slow step forward, its voice low but steady.

  "Perhaps... you should come with me."

  The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. The baby dragon blinked, uncertainty rising in his chest.

  "Where?" the baby dragon asked, his voice small, but filled with the faintest trace of hope.

  The ice dragon tilted its head slightly, as if searching for the right words. "To my home planet," it said quietly. "It's not far. There, you might find a place where you truly belong."

  The baby dragon stood still for a long moment, his heart racing. It was too much to process. But, perhaps it was the chance he had been longing for. He could find purpose, maybe even his place in the vastness of the world.

  Without a word, he stepped closer to the towering figure of the ice dragon.

  The baby dragon looked up at the towering figure of the ice dragon. "What's your name?"

  The ice dragon paused for a moment, then lowered his head. "Blake"

  Blake looked at him with a curious expression, waiting for a response.

  The baby dragon swallowed, looking down at his claws. He didn't have a name. He didn't know who he was or where he came from.

  But... maybe he could start fresh.

  "I don't know my name," he paused, unsure. "I... I'll call myself Veren."

  Blake's eyes widened slightly, but he gave a slow nod. "Veren. A strong name."

  Veren smiled, a small glimmer of hope lighting up his chest. Maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to find his place.