story time...

I was asked to share a story I wrote some time ago.I wrote this and won a contest this site hosted ">

“Nooo!” you lowered your head after your scream of rage. You mate was dead. You were too late. The battle was clear. She was asleep when the raiding party entered. The strain of egg laying was too much for her. You knew something wrong when you noticed them closer than normal. How did they find you? The last of the dragons. It did not matter now. They took the eggs. The last. Out of respect you gave her the funeral of fire before you begin your quest. The quest to save the last of the dragons.
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