ÇHÄPTĘR TWØ
A child is born
It was cold winter's day, the last of the dragon blooded people huddled around a small basket with layers of thick woolen blankets covered a small baby girl. The babe was a sleep, her skin was pale as snow, her hair brown as the fall trees, her eyes mixed one a sky blue and another a hazel. At first for many years it had seemed peaceful and quite. The mother of the child picked her babe up as she said softly," Flutter yes flutter shall be the child's name. Flutter Crescent!" the crowd cheered as the woman declared her daughter's name.
