Layla's life had been spent in darkness.
She had hatched from her egg inside a dark cave. Unusually for a White Dragon, Layla had been born in the hatchery beneath the Demon King's castle.
White Dragons, who wield the power of light, could produce reasonably strong and intelligent offspring simply by exposing their eggs to ample sunlight. They didn't rely on the hatchery as much as other dragons did.
But Layla's father, Falavig, fought hard to secure a prime spot near the center of the hatchery, hoping to give his daughter a stronger future.
"Look at her! What a beautiful child. She's got your eyes."
"Haha, and her scales shine just like yours."
She had been raised with love by both her father and mother. Although her memories of her early years as a hatchling, when she couldn't yet fly, were hazy, they were filled with happiness.
