The night outside was cold and cloudy, completely dark and without any star in your sight, nor moon, as Gaul was sleeping in his warm room, deeply, before something woke him up. He was not the type of snoaring person so the noise had more chances to disturb his sleep.

 And what was that noise?

 A little crackling one. But this one made his eyelids shake a little, but not much more. No, it needed to repeat itself two or three times for his eyes to finally open. He first questioned himself what was the origin of it, before realising when another crackling noise was made.

 He quickly got out from his bed to go in front of the dragon egg he placed into his own room (for security). He looked closely at it and had the answer to his question.

 Indeed, it was coming from the egg as he saw the little cracks on it. Then, a liquid began to flow on the ground when, in front of him, was a real rift.

 “Finally...” he mumbled...

 And, when the little one inside finished to explode the prison, Gaul was like paralysed. His heart was beating faster and a smile grew on his wrinkled face.

 He had a sensation he never knew before...

 In front of him was a small grey baby with red wings, all viscous because of the amniotic liquid, looking all around with big eyes, discovering life and senses. So Gaul went closer and sat down in front of this new born, who was now looking at him with a mix of an explorator's fascination and fear.

 The room was lightened by a sifted one, coming from the fireplace. He was in the warm of this one. And the little one in the darkness. So he held out his arms into the direction of the baby with a smile.

 “Come... Come and step into the light...”

 And the new born tried to use his feet to finaly success. So he went into the Gaul's arms, this last was feeling weird, with different feelings: he was proud because he was accomplishing the mission his master gave him, and he was proud... he didn't know why but he was sure that it was because of the small thing that he was now holding and even embracing.

 “Good”, he said. “Good...”

 Then, something jumped into his mind! The baby always in his arms, he got up and went to his door! He opened it with a kick and said loudly:

 “Bring me some food and milk!”

 One of his room's guard was surprised by this sudden appearance and sudden demand too. But, when he saw what the King had into his arms, he quickly understood before going fast and doing what his superior asked.

 And while what he wanted was coming, he looked at the new born, who began to cry, and observe him closely.

 Well, “him”... I would said it was more a her when he finally looked at the right place for the info. The baby's body forms were feminine too, after all. But he didn't knew which element she naturaly had... but, after all, it didn't matter really much!

 Some milk and meal were now here. The King ordered to put them into his room while he went on his bed, the baby still on his arms, crying. With a gesture from his head, he demanded to one of his minions, Hirloat Gardelson more precisly, to gave him the milk for the baby. He obeyed, took it and approached slowly... very slowly. It was the first time he ever saw a Dragon. And, fortunatly, it was a great start to begin with a baby one and even an allied one. But a Dragon was a Dragon and he knew how many death his family had because of them. So that's why he was scared of that little Dragoness...

 “What are you? A swatter?!” answered Gaul to that, amused.

 He took the milk and hold it to the little dragoness... who didn't want it at all. She completely refused and continued to cry. He sighed and asked for the meal. Hirloat obeyed again and, when the baby dragoness saw it, she jumped on him. He dropped it, surprised and scared, and she began to eat savagely.

 Gaul got up and, after insulting while laughing his minion of sissy, he went right next to the small grey dragoness.

 “So... What will be your name...”

 He thought and, by looking a moment at her, he had an illumination.

 So he said the name he chose...