Lightning skewers the clouds, penetrating the dry fecundity of the earth. Flames seethe and dance as they flare outward and envelop a newly hatched life. Trees splinter and crackle as they crash to the ground. Sap simmers and sputters, smoke plumes overtake the once-blue sky. A sharp crack echoes as another home, another cache of memories, collapses under its own wounded weight. Rain is nothing to this awakened inferno. The young beast writhes and moans in ecstasy, snorting redundant sparks. The blackened forest weeps with the charred blood and flesh of the life it once hosted, and the dragonlet feasts.