I glared through the rough ice, it blurred my hazy vision. The cold was not the problem, the wind wasn't either. Neither was the sharp shards of ice hurtling in all directions at un imaginable speeds, no it's what lay within it, the 'little walkers' trekking again and again into our domain, in search of 'her' the others know that it's one of us, but they don't know who, the last alpha, AKA Blizzard, my mother, made a promise that on of us would come, take revenge for her death and send Northanatia back to its original state as an ice kingdom ruled by us, the 'cold bloods' though we are formally known as the glacies hyacintho draco roughly meaning 'Blue Ice Dragon' but who cares? Oh right, those weird scholar people things who are obsessed with us, it's actually kinda creepy. 

The Fifty-or more men were trekking towards me, it was my turn to collect their numerous treasures that they carried on their heavily armoured bodies, it was kinda like eating one of the giant clams under Lake Flashbeam, tough outside, chewy warm inside, just the little walkers were not as salty. My body blended into the snow as i waited to pounce on my warm blooded prey. I should feel guilty, and i know i should, I'm a One Hundred and forty foot tall monster with scales like titanium, and teeth sharper than any of their puny toothpicks they call 'swords'; I don't. They murdered my mother! The only one who loved me after the death of my father, SubZero. Now all I'm left with is my tyrannical Grandmother who only cares about me breeding to increase our small population of Two hundred and eighteen of our kind. I am unfortunately the only one of my people with scales like my father, Blue as Ice. Perfect camouflage. The others where white with a slight yellow tinge.

As the youngest hatchling, only Five hundred and eighteen, i was still one of the big ones, that didn't stop the bulling though. Zinc, A Dragoness that was considered a rare beauty, with slightly silvery scales, and her gang were always shoving me around, She was Ten feet shorter than me but was Five hundred and Fifty Four years, and was predicted to be next alpha. We reach adulthood at the age of Six hundred , and she was closer than ever to challenging our alpha, my grandmother Permafrost, to become alpha, the old bat was sixty eight million, ninety three thousand, eight hundred and ninety two  years old. Her scales were just as yellow-y white as the others, just her figure was a litttle larger than most due to age and her teeth were all snagled and twisted in on themselves and were more yellow than her hide and had numerous scars from the battles she had participated over her many years. Almost as much as me, from my constant maiming. I knew i could hold out against them, but whats the point? More will come. I just pretend that their words, hisses, frost and claws don't hurt. Even though it hurts like shards of ice straight to my heart that nobody loves me anymore. No one would love the 'weird blue-face'.

As I returned to our cavern, and home, i left the treasure on the pile, where the blacksmith, and rescued aka gone feral, warm blood Vulcana would melt it down into liquid, where it would be added to the gold pool, where we liked to lounge, swim and where the young liked to play. Vulcana was a female, meaning she was red, the males are green, and she was my best and only friend. She helped us discover the hot spring where the pool was put above. She was about my age when my mother found her Two hundred years ago, when she had escaped and flew to 'the North' after hearing about the free cold bloods. When found, she was bullied for being different, and I stood up for her. We were best friends ever since. Her ruby scales are common amount her kind. They glisten in the red snow like the drops of blood that fall from my mouth after i loot the little walkers. Ive always loved that pure, ruby red, but non the-less, my favourite colour will always be the blue of the Nymph Queen's delicate wings. That beautiful of white- blue/

As I lay down the precious metal, i heard that familiar metallic voice coo, her oh so familiar dagger-like voice laced with venom and hate. Her cold breath spitting words that hurt but were more than a nuance than a bother.

"Awwww Look guys, its baby Blue Face!" Zinc started.

"Does Bluey want her mama? Ohhh wait....." Zinc's best friend Shiver remarked. Shiver wasn't the smartest. Anything shiny caught her attention and she basically worshiped it like it was the god of the universe and had blessed her with the ability of speech, which she did not deserve. The shines object that she was currently worshipping was Zinc.

"Look at her she's CRYING" Exclaimed Zinc's mate-to-be Walrus, who calls their own hatchling the equivalent of fat, skin and teeth I don't know. I would have broken down in tears that would have frozen to my face but i knew it was no use. I let out a exasperated sigh and headed to Vulcana's work shop, i usually brought back the feathers on top of the little walker's armoured heads for Cana to inspect. Those 'feathers were so tiny that it was very difficult for me to pick them up so i would have to carry the weirded round things that the little walkers would ware as futile protection. Cana apparently,was bred and held in captivity on the edges of the WARM SIDE as we called it, as she was born to fight against us, and she never came across them. Apparently they came from weird little animals called 'birds'. She was always delighted when i brought them back for her. She said that they were held in such terrible conditions, but she only knew that there was more than a tiny cage and eighteen hours of training a day to life. Ther were trained for war. Against us. Brutal training that has lead to the death of thousands of Cana's bretheren. 

"Oh my Ice thanks Ara!" she exclaimed, she was the same age as me, but about half my size, her kind tend to be like this. They were mass bred, and they were selectively bred to be smaller, so they were easily controlled. There was also a few hundred more of her kind than ours, so size didn't matter as much as shear numbers do.

"No problem Cana! Any way, want to go snow sledding afterwards?" We would often go sliding down huge mountains of snow, seeing who would reach the bottom first. Though Cana would always come back with a cold stomach.

"Yeah, sure! Just let me finish melting down this gold." She was put to work after my mother died, they said that she needed to make her own keep and be of 'some use' to the colony.

"Ok see you latter!" With that, i left.