Crescent sat in front of his mirror, its reflective surface as polished and pristine as his own scales
He looked into his eyes, their cool blue reminded him of his mother's.
Even if he wasn't really her son, she was really his mother...
He could see it in those deep blue eyes.
They were his
But they were also hers.
And they sparkled ever brighter with tears

No, he couldn't cry. Kings don't cry. He would not cry
His mother always told him, that "Such crystalline beauty should not be wasted in times of sadness"

But... He wasn't sad! No! He wasn't still upset that his mother was dead.... Brutally murdered by NightWings, and took her last breaths looking down at him
And she was smiling
So why shouldn't he?

Besides, this was no time for pity
He was so close
So close to getting to be King
Eclipse had almost fallen for him
His mother could finally rest easy
Knowing that her little boy was finally all grown up
He'd finally get to be King
Ruler...
Just like she never got to be....

He could see it now
A spectacular crown perched upon his head
Entwined with his horns and sparkling like his eyes
His mother's eyes