“I was still just a fragile, little wyrm,” she recalled, “not even old enough for flight training. Things were going great, it seemed, and I didn’t have a single worry. That was until others around us started to get infected. My mother started acting strange, but I hadn’t realized what that meant,” her voice cracked. Breathing shakily now, she continued, “My mother, she- she had gotten infected. She came after me. I was unable to do anything, for I was too small and useless. As I tried to get away, she grabbed ahold of my back legs. She tore them right off just trying to catch me. I had shrieked so loud that my father heard, and he got there as fast as he could. He managed to get her off of me and helped her calm down, but it was only temporary. Gently, he picked me up. He stared me right in my eyes and whispered to me, “It’s okay, you’re okay. I love you, Nori,” he spoke fast, “we both do, but something bad is happening, and you need to get out of here.” He brought my weak body up to his, and held me one last time before pushing me away. Hesitant, I started to swim in the direction he had pushed me. Suddenly, a shadow emerged behind him. I screamed, trying to warn him, but all he did was shout, “GO!” once more. I swam just far enough away to be hidden but also be able to watch what would happen. He turned towards the dark, cold creature that was once my mother, and the last thing I remember was his body going stiff as a large bubble surrounded him and pulled him down below, to the darkest, deepest part of the ocean...”
The water healed her over time, but she never regrew her back flipper-legs, so she can’t walk very well.
