Duskfire Glacier while centuries fall apart

His entrance into the world was a hurried one. Ensio waited his turn in line impatiently, kicking and thrashing, insistent on his debut. He didn't have all day! He had places to be, things to do. Yes, as young as he was, he was already a man on a mission.

Cold air engulfed him, sapping away the warmth he thought was destined to be eternal. And he didn't like this, no not one bit. Gurgling a feeble attempt at a protest, a new heat and softness of a velvet tongue cleaned him, drying him off. Flailing, he soon felt a rush of air into his tiny lungs. His first breath. And with it he released what was his idea of the mightiest of roars. It was truly but a wail, falling upon the deaf ears of his brother and sister. Placed close by the vaguely familiar shape and heat of their bodies, he jostled for an open spot to drink his fill.