The trip was long, the road was dusty, and the day was hot; but hell if it wasn't worth it to hold that egg in my hand. I knew nothing about dragons- all I knew was that nobody else even gave this one a second glance. It was dark brown like bitter chocolate, and silver striped like the night sky. Somehow, it felt right between my sweaty palms, small and warm and smooth.
This felt like a good beginning.
This is the first of the Tiffalkin's Dragons saga; somehow I managed to think up a soap opera with dragons in it. It's based around my Dragon Cave account, which I posted as my homepage, refer to that for the dragon types. This is their tale- and mine.
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