Poking at his exposed feet was a strange green texture that he had never seen before. Skylark's eyes lit up in pure amazement as he stared at the meadow that unfolded before their very eyes. His hand squeezed his brother's and he made a peculiar face. He didn't know what to make of this place. The baby dragon remembered places like these from Father's memories and Daddy's. . . 

A wave of dread washed over him. Why couldn't he find Daddy's memories? His arms fell limp and his eyes stared outwards at nothing as he tried his best to concentrate, to no avail. He could still remember Daddy, his snark walk and confident eye smiles. He could remember his lark like voice and sinewy tanned skin. Most of all, the violet that shone in Daddy's eyes, so much like his own and yet filled with so much more darkness. He looked into Father's eyes, tilting his head to one side. 

He had seen it in all the adults. Why was everyone filled with so much darkness? Ferrum had outlined that humans had caused the dragons to disappear gradually, but something else must have happened to explain why everyone was so angry. Frankly, Skylark didn't understand. Looking around, there was no denying that the Earth in its natural form was beautiful. But so was playing with everyone and taking baths together. 

"Father, can we bring the others here, too?" He suddenly asked, the idea popping into his head. "I think Daddy would be happy to see his friends here too, so we can all play together!" He smiled dreamily thinking about it.