Mint

Mint, the Little Lost Nocturne

A tiny, purple-colored hatchling wanders into the lair. Her eyes are teary, her cries quiet in the echo of the entrance to the diseased, crystallized cavern. She can hear the voices of older dragons float through the air. The voices are among the first that she's heard, having only hatched a few hours before. But the dragons at her hatching place... they didn't wan't her.

"Ugh, what is it?" a stern voice hisses, claw moving to hook under the newly hatched dragon's chin. The voice groans, picking up the hatchling. "We don't need it. Get it out of here,"

Another voice sounds like it wants to protest, but decides against it. "Yes, whatever you say," The second voice takes the whimpering hatchling from the first and carries it out of the room, dropping it a few feet from the ground.

"Sorry, little one. But you can't stay," the dragon shrugs before turning around and walking off.

The hatchling cried louder, crawling into the seemingly empty cave. She was starving. She hadn't eating anything yet, and she was growing weaker by the second. Just as she collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion, eyes closing slowly, she felt gentle talons pick her up from the cold rock.

"Look, Harlot! A Nocturne!" a giddy, warm voice squealed. But the voice gasped, her claws bringing the hatchling closer. "Poor thing is clearly starving! And so young, too! Couldn't be more than maybe a few hours old,"

"Bring her in, Crypt. I'll try and help her," another, more hushed voice said.