5 and a half months had passed. The four of us had grown very close, Well Frost was the only one who looked at me like I was any old dragon, while the others just stared at me like i was a piece of meat or dung. We had been discussing and making plans for months. A simple co-operation. Cana and I wanted revenge for mom, and Frost and Magnus wanted to hunt on the edge of the little walker's part of the land. The walkers were weak, but had strength in numbers, to us, they bred like rabbits do to them. There was about 20 Million of those things. All of them, combined could feed us for the next two millennia. But that is not what I wanted, I really couldn't careless about what happened to those wimps. While we were discussing what we were going to do for revenge, Magnus brought up how when he was in the eastern dragon training camp, he overheard some of the older dragons talking about how this old Drake called Purge and almost half the knights were the ones who killed mother. Humans have a short life span. Once when I was little, they captured a man who was very... uhh... young by human standards, he looked about 15. But alas, he died only 75 years later. They were so fragile, yet cunning. Purge was the only reason that they successfully killed her. And he was still alive. He had been with the humans for centuries, one of the first warm bloods

The warm bloods came from cold bloods who defected into becoming, domesticated, some stories say that the eggs were stolen by early humans others say the dragons just chose to. As for the reason of our dwindling numbers, that can be atoned to the fact that our territory line is shortening due to the pollution with humans. We need large territories you see. 

We left that night, under darkness. We couldn't fly due to the snow storm that signaled the beginning of winter. The wind would blow us off corse and due to our age and strength that we aquired a few years after adulthood began, we couldn't fly for long above the storm or ground without being spotted or falling due to exhaustion, we were built to fly in snow storms, hide in the snow, and fly in clouds, our black underbellies helped, but the humans would notice if stars were being blocked out, along with the moon. So we set off.