Placing the infant beneath his huge wing she set to carry the others to him. Elnaur, seeing the toil draining her very life force stepped forward to help, he lifted one little dragonet into his arms, she was small and blue her large night blue eyes already clouding, her shattered body hung so frail in his arms, he could scarce believe the power the years would have granted her.

Elnaur lifted her so that her mother could kiss the tiny dragon child then following the blue dragons gaze he carried her and laid her tiny form next to the one already lying in the shelter of the fathers body, and so between them Elnaur and the Faereluth, (for this was her dragon name) laid her children to rest.

Finally she gathered the remains of the nest about them and to anyone watching then it would have seemed the family was sleeping, watched over by a devoted mother. But this of course was an illusion, for a few moments Faereluth stood delaying her last act. Then finding the sight to painful to bear she set the pyre alight with the last of her strength. She only managed to stumble a few steps before she collapsed and in the reek of the burning bodies she lay awaiting the end.