The Pure Ones Stand.

[Bliss]

*Several months.
"Dear Nyren, think about that one egg. There was nothing we could do about it, though that is one lost soldier to the Pure Ones." Sakura attempted to coax her mate. Nyren shook his head, and glanced at Nyroc, who had recently molted and was half-way to First Flight. "Mum, when can we fly?" asked Nyroc, and the more recently hatched chick, Frost Blossom, (aka Bloss, ( )) who had just budged a primary feather, and was named after the beautiful and complex ice sculptures Bloss had first seen when she had hatched. "Soon, my hatchlings. Soon." Sakura replied, shooting a piercing look at Nyren. Crack! Everyone in the cave froze. C-c-crack! The very last hatchling, flopped out of her egg, and blinked at her parents and siblings. Nyren suddenly spoke. "You shall be Bliss, for you are my Everlasting Bliss."

[Bliss]

Bliss blinked again, and her family gasped. Deep, liquid gold eyes stared at them. Blink, went Bliss again and her eyes grew dark once more. Nyren looked outside. A eclipse swung back at him. "A special chick indeed." He murmured.

[Bliss]

*Several moons later.*
Bliss stared at the rising moon, and lifted her wings, letting the moonlight wash over her glossy feathers. "The Great Tree.... I believe." She murmured, and took off. (Bliss is going to the Great Tree now.) Nyroc stared after his sister, and glanced at his other sister, Bloss, who blinked her eyes, filled with hate. "Indeed. There's nothing we can do. Die Bliss, die." She shreed softly. Nyren and Sakura looked at Bliss, and as Nyren's hopes fell apart, he shrieked, "Be a Guardian Bliss! Be one! I never want to see you again, except in the heat of battle." Bliss never looked back.