KINSLEY'S PERSPECTIVE . I walk the cobblestone streets to an open area with many around my age. I watch the wagon get wheeled in, twelve dragon eggs of various colours sitting upon a nest of hay. it's only a moment later before the eggs tremble and crack open. The hatchlings glance around before going to their chosen people. The worry caught in my throat fades as a dragon comes to me, but as a shout rings out, I glance away. My eyes landed on a commoner holding a baby dragon... (you).
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