The Hatchling knew the sound of the creature. It was the Dragon.
"Yes, mother's here now," said the dragons voice, suddenly close. Somehow the hatchling remembered.... that the voice had not sounded so melodious, that it had been dreadful and menacing, yet how could that possibly be the case? Vaguely, it was aware that there had been a time it had been at odds with that particular dragon, yet for what reason it could hardly fathom. How could one possibly be at odds with mother? What it did know was that the hatchling was completely dependant upon mother, and without her the hatchling would die. More instinctively, she brought warmth, as it used her tongue to lick the egg fluid from the hatchlings body.
"Now... open your eyes little one. Open your eyes!!" she commanded.
As if powered by a spell, the hatchlings eyelids began to struggle. It was surprisingly painful, to perform what one would think such a simple act as opening ones eyes, but the hatchling was determined, powered by its mother's command. Then, with a sharp, almost violent jerk, the hatchlings eyes shot open. Its vision was instantly assaulted by an array of light, which drifted into several colors, before finally focusing into a tangible image.
What the hatchling saw was a huge dragon, mother, towering over it. There was a sense of power about her; of imperviousness, but also of absolute and unrelenting love. She would give her life to protect the hatchling if need be.
"Now, what to name you..."
The hatchling tilted its head up. A name gave great power, and would forever solidify who the hatchling was, and what the hatchling would make of its life.
"I know, I'll name you...