My little Dragon Queen
Waiting, suspended in perfect, utter stillness.
They hear it, then: a quiet, but unmistakable crack.
It is surreal and strange and unlike any animal egg Brandon has ever known before, to witness.
A baby dragon does not chip away repeatedly at the shell of its egg like all other creatures do, he learns, then. It does not feebly peck at the shell to crack it in bits and pieces, nor does it struggle to clamber out of its egg thereafter with unsteady legs.
No, Brandon learns.
A baby dragon, as young as it may be, is nonetheless a dragon.
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