Sunlight filtered through the ancient pines surrounding their clearing, casting dappled shadows across Remi's unclothed skin as she crouched behind a weathered boulder. In the weeks since emerging from the egg, her body had matured to that of a twelve-year-old, though such human concerns as clothing had long since ceased to matter in her day-to-day life with her dragon siblings. Her toughened skin had adapted to the elements, comfortable against both rough stone and mountain air.

The mountain breeze carried the scent of warm stone and sun-heated pine needles, mixed with the earthy musk of her dragon siblings. A gentle wind stirred the loose strands of her rust-red hair, now grown long enough to provide some natural coverage as it tangled around her shoulders. From her hiding spot, she could feel her siblings' movements through the earth—each one distinct and familiar in ways that had led her to give them names that suited their natures.

The steady presence always closest to her position belonged to the one she simply called "Brother." He'd earned the name through his constant vigilance, the way he'd positioned himself between her and any perceived threat since their first days after hatching. Even now, she could sense him deliberately maintaining a protective orbit around her hiding spot, his six-legged form ready to intercede if their play grew too rough. His scales had developed a deeper brown coloring than the others, with patterns that reminded her of mountain ridges seen from above.

Forge's heavy presence resonated through the ground as he stalked past her position. She'd named him for his strength and the way he seemed to shape the earth itself with his powerful limbs, like a blacksmith molding metal. His massive tail club had developed pronounced ridges that could leave impressive craters in the rocky ground when he chose to demonstrate his strength. Currently, he was trying to move with uncharacteristic stealth, though his substantial weight made true silence impossible for Remi's earth-attuned senses.

Flint's lighter touch rippled through the soil as he tried to circle around behind—his name earned from his sharp intelligence and the spark-like quickness of his movements. Of all her siblings, he seemed most fascinated by the world beyond their clearing, often spending hours watching the patterns of sunlight through the trees or tracking the movement of small animals at the forest's edge. His scales held a hint of amber when the light caught them just right, and his movements always carried a note of curiosity.

Her sisters had developed their own distinct characteristics—Slate's scales had taken on a smooth, gray-blue sheen like fine stone, while Ember's determination burned steady and warm like banked coals. The two females were as different in personality as they were similar in their protective attitudes toward their human sister. Slate preferred to observe situations before acting, often finding the most efficient solution to any challenge. Ember, true to her name, could be counted on to maintain her position or pursuit long after the others might have given up.

She'd given them all names, though she knew they couldn't understand human speech. To them, her words were merely sounds, no different from their chirps and growls—a form of communication they recognized but couldn't comprehend. The names were for her benefit alone, a way to organize her thoughts about each distinctive personality in the clutch. Sometimes Remi wondered if they had names for each other in their own way—patterns of movement and vibration that she was only beginning to sense but couldn't yet interpret.

Their current game had evolved from simple hide and seek into something more complex, incorporating elements of strategy that mimicked hunting behaviors Remi had observed in their mother. The objective wasn't merely to remain hidden, but to successfully "ambush" the others while avoiding detection oneself. It required patience, timing, and an understanding of how each sibling would react—skills that seemed increasingly important as they grew larger and more capable.

Remi had learned to use her differences to her advantage. While she couldn't burrow into the earth like her siblings, her smaller size and two-legged agility allowed her to utilize hiding spots they couldn't access. She'd also discovered that her growing sensitivity to earth-movements gave her a unique edge. Unlike her siblings, who relied primarily on direct sensory input, she seemed able to synthesize multiple vibrations into a complete picture of everyone's locations.

A subtle shift in the ground's vibrations told her that Forge was about to pass close to her position again. His concentration on trying to move quietly had made him less aware of his surroundings—a perfect opportunity. Remi tensed, timing her movement carefully.

"I see you, big guy," she whispered, more for her own amusement than any tactical advantage. Even after weeks of living with her dragon siblings, she hadn't lost the habit of verbal communication. The young dragon's head tilted slightly at the sound of her voice, registering it simply as another sound from his strange two-legged clutchmate. Though Forge couldn't understand her words, he responded to her tone.

Just as his broad, armored form began to turn away, she sprang from her hiding spot. "Gotcha!" she crowed triumphantly, launching herself onto his back with practiced ease. Her fingers found purchase between his scales as she clung to him, prompting a surprised chirp that carried notes of both annoyance and amusement.

"Oh, you are not getting away that easily," Remi laughed as Forge tried to shake her off, her voice bright with excitement. The protective sibling she thought of as Brother rumbled encouragingly as Slate and Ember joined the growing play session. Their reactions fascinated her—they read her emotional state from her tone and movements, just as she was learning to interpret their vocalizations.

The smallest dragon circled around, trying to cut off her escape route when she finally dismounted from Forge. "Trying to be sneaky, are you?" she called out to Flint, grinning as he responded with a chirp that somehow managed to sound indignant. "Yes, I saw you coming. You're not as stealthy as you think!"

Her siblings had grown accustomed to her verbal commentary during their play, responding to her emotional tone and body language with sounds that matched her energy.

The game immediately shifted. Ember and Slate emerged from their positions, rushing to join what was now becoming a wrestling match. Remi rolled away from Forge's playful tail swipe, tumbling across the rocky ground that no longer hurt her toughened skin. Flint's presence reverberated through the earth as he moved to cut off her escape route, all five siblings now fully engaged in their favorite form of play.

Then everything changed.

The first warning came through the ground itself. The familiar patterns of her siblings' movements suddenly shifted, their playful vibrations becoming sharp and erratic. A new sensation rippled through the earth—something massive yet wrong, its movements lacking the natural rhythm of their dragon parents.

"Something's coming," Remi whispered, her voice tight with sudden tension. Brother shifted closer, reacting to her change in posture and tone. "This isn't right... this isn't like Mom or Dad..."

The mother dragon was absent, having departed earlier to patrol the outer boundaries of their territory. The father dragon's presence was a distant whisper in the earth, too far to respond quickly. They were alone.

One of her siblings—Forge, the most physically robust of the clutch—let out a warning chirp that sent the others scrambling for cover. "Forge sees it too," Remi muttered, her voice shaking slightly as she grabbed a fallen branch, her body moving with instincts she hadn't known she possessed. The rough bark against her toughened palms felt reassuring, even as her mind raced to process the approaching threat.

It emerged from between the ancient pines like a nightmare given form. "Oh god," Remi breathed, her voice catching in her throat. "What is that thing?" The creature defied natural description—a twisted mass of limbs and angles that seemed to hurt the eye, its movements simultaneously fluid and wrong. It brought with it an odor of deep earth and decay, but not the healthy decay of forest floors. This was the rot of things that should never see daylight.

"Stay together," she found herself saying, the tremor in her voice betraying her fear even as she tried to sound confident for her siblings. "Just like Mom showed us. Stay together." The dragon siblings formed a defensive circle, their mace-tipped tails raised in warning. They were already larger than when they'd first hatched, but against this horror, they seemed terrifyingly small. Remi found herself moving to stand with them, the branch held before her like a staff. Her heart pounded with terror, but something deeper than fear kept her in place—a fierce protectiveness for these beings who had become her true family.

"You're not touching them," she growled at the creature, surprised by the dragon-like rumble in her own voice. Brother's answering chirp matched her protective fury, their different sounds merging into what felt like a single declaration of defiance.

The creature moved with uncanny speed. One moment it was at the edge of the clearing, the next it was among them, limbs lashing out with impossible reach. Forge met its attack with surprising courage, his armored scales deflecting the first strike while his tail swung in a powerful counter-attack. Another sibling—Flint, the most curious one—tried to burrow into the earth for safety, but the creature's movements were too quick.

Remi swung her branch, connecting solidly with something that felt both soft and horribly rigid. The impact sent vibrations up her arms, and for a moment she thought she saw the air ripple around the point of contact, as if reality itself objected to the creature's existence.

A horrible sound filled the clearing—not quite a roar, not quite a scream, but something that made Remi's bones ache. The creature's form seemed to shift and flow, and suddenly Flint was in its grasp, caught by something that might have been a tentacle or might have been a limb. The young dragon's terrified chirp cut through Remi's heart like a blade.

Before any of them could react, the creature was moving again, flowing between the trees with its precious cargo. Remi started to give chase, but Forge blocked her path, his body language somehow conveying both protection and warning. The remaining siblings gathered close, their scaled forms pressing against her in a gesture of both comfort and restraint.

The ground suddenly trembled with familiar vibrations—their mother was returning, her movement through the earth faster than Remi had ever sensed before. The air grew thick with an almost electrical tension as the massive dragon erupted from the ground at the clearing's edge.

"Mom!" Remi's cry was raw with desperation. "Mom, it took Flint! The thing—" Her voice cracked as she stumbled forward. "It came from the dark pines—it has Flint!" She found herself reaching out not with words or gestures, but with pure desperate emotion. Images flashed through her mind—the creature's attack, the capture, the direction of retreat. She pushed these thoughts outward with all her strength, driven by raw necessity.

The response nearly overwhelmed her. The mother dragon's consciousness brushed against hers like a tsunami against a shoreline. Images, emotions, and pure draconic fury flooded through the connection. "Oh gods," Remi gasped, her knees buckling. Her next words came out as a strangled whisper: "So much... anger..." She staggered, supported by her remaining siblings as the mental contact threatened to sweep her consciousness away entirely. Brother's sturdy form pressed against her side, his concerned chirp barely registering through the overwhelming tide of their mother's thoughts.

A roar shook the entire mountainside—a sound of such primal rage that the ancient pines trembled. The mother dragon's fury was almost visible, distorting the air like heat waves as she prepared to pursue the creature that had dared take her child.

Only then did Father finally emerge from his apparent napping place, bursting from the earth with a belated show of force. His emergence, though impressive, carried an undertone of shameful urgency—the response of a guardian who had failed in his duty. The mother's quick glance in his direction held something that needed no empathic ability to interpret: pure, burning disappointment.

They moved with perfect coordination, the mother dragon surging forward in pursuit while the father took up a defensive position near the remaining hatchlings. His anger carried an undertone that Remi somehow recognized as being partially directed at himself—frustration at having been too far away when his protection was needed.

As Mother disappeared into the forest, her roar still echoing off the mountainsides, Remi sank to her knees. The brief mental contact had left her shaken, her mind struggling to process what she'd experienced. Her remaining siblings pressed close, offering warmth and comfort as Father's low rumble vibrated through the ground—a promise of protection that needed no translation.

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