"Mommy, wake up! It's time for FOOOOOD!" A little one-year-old dragonet squeaked.

"Five more minutes..." Color mumbled lazily.

"NOOOOO! I WANT FOOOOOOD!" She was jumping up and down now.

"Ok!" Color sat up. "I'll make you some food."

"YAAAAAAYYYYYYY!"

"Nymph, what did I say about yelling in the house?"

"I dunno, something like 'be super-boring'?"

"You're impossible."

It had been a year since Color had found Nymphalidae's egg, and her love for the strange dragonet had only grown. Even if she had weird wings and scales, Color was glad she had found her. Color had a bit of a poor life situation, but she tried to give Nymphalidae the best life possible. She taught her how to read and write and she fed her well.

"FOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" Nymphalidae screamed.

"Be patient! I'm getting it!"

Color ran outside to get some coconuts from her tree. For some reason, Nymphalidae loved them more than any other fruit.

"Yay! You got coconuts!" Nymph smiled widely.

"Yes, I did."

"I wuv you mommy."

"I love you too, my little butterfly."

"I'm not little! I'm a big and strong adult, ruler of the world!"

"Yes, you are, munchkin." Color looked at her affectionately.

"Mean mommy."

"Hey! You aren't allowed to say bad things about other dragons, ok?"

"Sorry, mom."

"It's ok. Go eat your coconuts."

Ding! The new doorbell sang cheerfully.

"Come in, Cassie!" Color called.

"How'd you know it was me?" Cassowary opened the door.

"Maybe I can see the FUTURE!" Color said in a spooky voice.

Cassowary burst into giggles.

"Hey!" But Color was laughing too.

"SOOOOO scary!"

"It IS scary!"

"No it's not, because you don't even have that power."

Color stuck her tongue out. "I could."

"You could, but you wouldn't go through with it."

"How do you know that? You can't see the future either."

"But I've known you for eleven years, I've seen your heart."

"AUNIEEEEEEEEE!" Nymph squealed, running to Cassowary at full speed.

"Hello, Nymph!" Cassowary held out her arms in a welcoming gesture.

"I missed youuuuu!"

"Oof. How fast are you running?" Cassowary grunted.

"Really super fast! A billion miles an hour! No, a trillion! Yeah!" Now she was bouncing up and down, talking nonstop.

"Wonderful." Cassowary turned to Color. "So, how did your audience with Queen Glory go?"

"It went great! She's going to meet Nymph tomorrow evening."

"Do you think you'll tell her about your power?"

"Maybe. But what if she wants to use it for herself?"

"Look at me." Cassowary grabbed Color's shoulders and held her firmly in place. "Glory is a wise and just queen, she's not going to hurt you in any way possible. Who lead the rainwing rescue mission? Who took the time to look for you when you went missing?"

"Glory did." Color sighed. "I'm not going to get out of this, am I?"

"Nope!"

"If I must. Can you go grab a coconut from my tree? I need some sleep."

"Will do, your highness!" Cassowary said in a fake, oily voice like a queen's advisor.

"Stop it, Cassie! You know I hate that." Color said sternly, but she was smiling widely.

"Yes, your highness."

Color hissed at her playfully.

"The queen has gone evil! Everyone take cover from the monster!" Cassowary yelled, grabbing a musty pillow and throwing it at Color. "Die, villain, die!"

"My advisor has rebelled! Thy mighty knight must stop her from destroying the peace of my kingdom!"

"I'll save you, mommy!" Nymph grabbed her toy spear from the play chest. "Don't worry, I'm gonna kill the beast!"

"Oh, no! The army is too strong for me! I must retreat!" Cassowary turned her back to them and ran to the corner of the room.

"You cannot escape, filfy traitor! Me and my army will destroy you!"

"Yeah! Go, mommy! Woo hoo!" Nymph stabbed at the air with her wooden spear.

Color jumped on top of Cassowary, pinning her down. "I have you now!"

"Oh, no! I cannot get up! I am doomed, doomed, I say!" Cassowary flailed around like a fish on land.

Nymph ran to Cassowary, stabbing the fake spear into her chest. It bounced off harmlessly, but Cassowary pretended it hurt. "I'm dead! Nooooooo!" And with a dramatic wail, she crumpled to the floor.

"Yayyyyy! We defeated the evils!" Nymph cried triumphantly, climbing on top of Cassowary.

Cassowary got up. "Well, darlings, that was fun. I have to go if you don't mind, but I'll be back tonight."

"Don't leave, auntie!" Nymph said. "Pleeeeeaase?"

"Sorry, mouse, I got to go. See you later!"

"Don't call me mouse!"

"Good-bye!"

"Bye, Cassie!"

"I'm tired. Can I goes to bed now?" Nymph said.

"No, you've only been up for two hours!"

"What? I been up for twenty-ten hours!"

She ran out the door, laughing and sticking her tongue out at Color.

"Hey!" She called after her daughter. "Come back here!"

"You haf to catch me first!" Nymph called back.

"I'm going to get you!"

"No you won't! I da fastestest dwagon in da wurld!" Nymph ran into the trees.

"Oh, no! You are! I'll never catch you!" Color feebly tried to run after Nymph, but didn't really make an effort. Instead, she flashed back to the night of the gift.

She looked over her shoulder, making sure no one saw what she was doing.

She flew up into the tunnel to the old night kingdom and slipped through. Instantly, the intense heat blistered her back, making it hard to move without wincing in pain. But she had to see her former home.

Unlike all the other rainwings who had been stolen from the rainforest after they had seen the beauty of nature, Color had been taken as an egg. Her egg had been whisked away from the warmth of the hatchery in the dead of night. The nightwings were to preform an experiment on her, to see how a rainwing would be if raised on the volcano. They thought they could train her to fight for them, they thought they could use her venom and camouflage to take over the rainforest. But their plan backfired. Because of minimal sun, Color could not shoot venom or camouflage very well. So they abandoned the project, branding her useless. They threw her in with all the other rainwings, forgotten. When Glory came to invade, it was almost too late for Color. Since the nightwings could no longer use her for anything, even experiments, they abandoned her on a lava field. She couldn't fly, either, so she was pretty much doomed. Until Cassowary came along. She was looking for more rainwing prisoners, but strayed from the prison caves. So she helped Color to safety by lifting her onto her back. After they all got back to the safety of the rainforest, Cassowary taught Color to read, write and fly. They became close friends, and all the events lead up to this moment. The night when Color got her animus power.

She expertly tread through debris and lava streams, picking her way through the rubble until she found her old room in the fortress. By some miracle, it was still fully intact. The gloomy stone walls that had barred her in youth still stood Intimidatingly around the faded pink rug that she knit herself. MasterMind's nervous talonprints still muddled that sad rug. The rock ledge was cracked down the middle, an eternal reminder of MorrowSeer's wrath. Broken prey bones littered the floor. Color started to cry. All of these relics remained of her awful dragonethood, forcing her to remember the incidents to go with them. They were too depressing to even put into words. She cried and cried, letting all of her mixed up emotions flow from her eyes in large, salty droplets. She backed away, unable to bear the pain any longer. She closed the door silently behind her. Once she escaped the fortress, she looked up at the ash-filled sky one last time.

That was when she saw it. The fourth moon. It was a comet, she knew that, but the way it was positioned next to the real moons, it looked as if it belonged with them. Then, a piece of it came hurtling down to the ground at full speed, aimed right at her.

She couldn't move, she was glued into place by fate. It hit her, knocking her out.

Once she woke up, she found that the rock had broken into smaller pieces, allowing her to move. She got up, her legs wobbling slightly as she did so. But her talons felt different. They had a weird aura round them... as if they were magic. But she dismissed the idea. How absurd. If she had animus power, all the nightwings who tortured her would feel the pain they inflicted on her. So she slipped back through the tunnel.

But that weird feeling was still there. So Color decided to go back to her house to test if she had magic or not.

"I enchant this bush to turn into a big, beautiful, and magestic coconut tree that can never die or get cut down, instantly bearing new fruits if one is picked." She said out loud.

At first, nothing happened.

I knew I didn't have any magic. I was just being stupid. She thought.

But then, the ground started to shake. The bush burst up from below, growing long, thick branches that would normally never be seen on a coconut tree.

Color gasped in awe as she looked at her creation, a large coconut tree looking exactly as she imagined, with comfortable boughs to hang from and play on, and the most perfect, most juicy-looking coconuts she had ever seen in her whole life.

This was when she knew, she would be one of the greatest rainwings to ever live.