Never before had it happened.

The kingdom kept near perfect records on the Dragon Fates, drawings, paintings, even full books were made. The king knew exactly which dragon would hatch from which egg thanks to color and shape. They even had tried to tamper with the results a few times but it never seemed to help their chances in the winters.

They as a nation had grown up to live by the Dragon Fates, the center point of the kingdom having been built as an arena, so the masses could watch with bated breaths. There were even museums with the bones of which dragon had lost, the best museums having the blue dragons hide tanned and displayed proudly with the year the blue dragon fell.

Now there were not two eggs, but three! Three had never happened, perhaps the dragon ate more than it should have, and produced another egg by mistake? Or there was going to be two reds and one blue, or gods forbid two blues and one red.

It took some time for the panic to calm in the kingdom, the king assuring everyone that what ever the outcome they were safe and secure, that the gods would clear up the matter, or the scientists if need be. Even as he spoke to the crowd pushing to see this strange third egg there were historians around the clutch with every shred of information they had.

The Red and Blue eggs were marked already, painted stripes with tassels flowing in the wind, but the third egg seemed to be stumping the smartest of the kingdom.

“It is the same shape as the Red Egg” one noted, writing fearsomely into a book.

“The weight is that of a Blue Dragon!” Another exclaimed.

“The color matches the Red Egg, there fore it is Red!” A third notes, having a color sheet of all eggs know.

“The knock echo is the same as the Blue Egg!” Yet another replied to not but a crowd that was becoming more frustrated than the crowd held back by the guards.

It seemed to be a pattern, the egg sharing almost equal qualities and traits of both eggs, the men of the Gods would inspect the egg, testing it carefully “it could be a mix, Purple it be!” The holy man decreed, getting looks from all around.

It didn’t take long for the King himself to step in, preventing the three split sides from breaking out into a brawl. “Enough!” He bellowed, growling to make a point “I will inspect the eggs, I have seen 48 eggs before this three!” He says, taking a step towards the Third Egg. He took his time to think his mind, feeling the egg over as if it was a well rounded rump, knocking a few times. The scientists and Priests all stood by and watched, bated breath as they wondered what the king would say.

“I think…” he says, taking a deep breath “it is a Blue Egg, fore the inside qualities are that of a Blue Dragon!”

The scientists thought it over, and then agreed, fore the King himself had declared it to be Blue! And who dared tell the King he was wrong? And so they went to work, dressing up the third egg as a Blue, the King going on to the crowd waiting outside the closed gates to speak to them.

“Ladies and gentleman!” He called out, standing on a box of grain, his voice booming to get their attention. “It has been found, through both historians and I! That the third egg is that of a Blue Dragon!”

There was but one moment of silence after his decree, broken by the cries of displeasure and anger, how dare the Dragon Fates stack the odds against them!

“Smash the Third!” Came a cry.

“Poison the Blue! Protect the Red!” Came another.

“Quiet!” The king demanded, shouting over their voices, “not even our best weapons could dent those eggs! Not even the best poisons will harm the Dragons! We must be prepared for the outcome!”

“How can we prepare against bad luck!” One peasant asked.

“Simple! We prepare for a crop failure. It will insure we survive this winter!” The King replied, loud enough for all to hear. Scribes standing ready to spread his voice to those who could not hear. “The odds are against us, we must store more grain! More meat must be preserved! We must make it last longer as well! Eat less, Save more!”

“What of the animals?” One farmer asked “the herding dogs won’t like being shorted on their food! And the cats will flee to find better meals as well!”

“The animals must learn to survive the down sides of life” he says, holding his hands to his belly. “If it is needed, we must think of ourselves, the animals may become food too! Not just the horses but the dogs and cats as well, we will prevail!” He yelled, raising his hands in defiance of the Dragon Fates, his hand not the only one raising, as almost all the peasants agreed, they would survive.

The three eggs would sit there for the next four months, protected, cleaned, decorated. The scientists watched on closely as the days ticked by. At the end of the fourth month one of them would raise the alarm “They Shake!” He cried, signaling the Fates to be chosen within the fortnight.

The day of truth came, the stadium packed to the brim with peasants that had thinned with the times. Even the king himself, thinned down to save food, sat in his own special box high above the rest, flanked by his advisors and queen. The eggs would now and then sway in the non existent wing, the hatchlings slowly cracking apart their shells.

First came the Red, aggressive and brightly colored, shaking off the fluids that protected him.

Second came the Blue, dark in color, claws raking the smooth stone she stepped onto.

With bated breath the brother and sister waited with the crowd for the last egg, slowly cracking its way free. Soon the egg split cleanly down the middle, as if an expert warrior had swung his ax down and cleaved it in two.

With the shells rocking away from the Third Dragon, a loud gasp came from the crowd, the king slack jawed himself as he looked with his telescope. It didn’t take long to lower the tube and look at the lead Dragon Historians and his pope red faced.

“Why, pray tell” he started off, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs “is it Yellow!”

Uncertainty.

That's been the air over the kingdom over the year so far.

It started in November of last year. The first week of November is a week-long festival where we don red and give offerings to The Winner in hopes of the red dragon winning the battle as we wait for the eggs to be laid. There have always been two. The two eggs are laid over the course of two days. One egg per day. The two dragons that hatch from the eggs are always both female, and the next November, the one who won the battle always lays two eggs and continues the cycle. The first egg laid usually contains the winning dragon. When the first egg comes out, we rub it for good luck.

The first clue that this year would not be like the others was that the first egg came on a Tuesday, not a Wednesday like it usually does. Nobody really panicked yet. We just found it odd.

The concern began that Thursday. Usually with the first egg being laid on a Wednesday, the second would come on a Thursday, but due to the first one being a day early, so was the second one. The second egg was laid on Wednesday. Thursday morning, however, it was discovered that last year's winner had not only laid a third egg, but the mighty blue dragon had actually died. That wasn't supposed to happen until after the battle. We would have to come together as a village and find a way to incubate all three eggs ourselves.

So, we built three small sheds just big enough to fit one egg and six humans each. From the first week of November until the last day of December, every able-bodied adult in the kingdom - including the monarchy - took shifts in the sheds, vigorously and constantly rubbing the eggs to keep them warm.

Then, on the evening of December 31st, as per usual all eggs simultaneously hatched. Everyone was focused on the third egg.

At the stroke of midnight, out popped all three baby dragons. The red one's scales resembled rubies. The blue one's scales resembled sapphires, and the green one had scales like emeralds. All of them glistened in the light of the full moon.

Nobody was sure what to make of the green dragon. The blue one, as per usual, was already behaving aggressively, nipping at the face of her neighbouring sister and trying to blow fire at us only for a bit of smoke and a few simple sparks to come out like a dying fireplace. The red one dodged the attacks of the blue one, but seemed incredibly docile. These were the usual temperaments of these dragons. The green one, sat contently and serenely in the nest we'd transferred the eggs back to when they first began to hatch. It seemed to be observing us.

Thaddeus, the Royal Dragonkeeper, walked up to the red dragon and examined it. "Red. Female." He announced.

He walked up to the blue dragon and did the same before declaring "Blue. Female."

Then the green one. His eyebrows knitted together in slight confusion. "Green... Male." He announced, likewise causing the confusion of the crowd.

Because their mother had passed away and could not provide food for the babies, that meant Thaddeus and volunteers had to feed them.

It was hard to provide for three baby dragons. They grow rapidly. Of course, it may have been better if not for the famine. Blue dragon years are hard, but the previous year's winner brought with her a famine the likes of which the kingdom had never seen. People were starving to death. We'd even briefly considered eating the third dragon egg before it was pointed out that we weren't sure which egg contained the red dragon and it would be foolish to risk killing it.

Nevertheless, the dragons were all provided for and Winter turned to Spring. By this point, the three dragons were adolescent and had to be kept separated. It was almost time for the battle and they were all beginning to lash out at each other.

Then, finally, came the first day of April. Time for the battle.

The dragons were all released, and took to the sky, breathing fire and trying to take out their opponents.

The blue dragon swooped in from the side and bit out a large piece of her sister's neck. Silver blood rained from the sky as the red dragon fell into the forest.

Panic ensued! The red dragon had fallen.

The battle raged on only for about another 10 minutes before the blue dragon, too, had been killed.

The winner was green. There was a great sense of foreboding. What would happen now? He was male. He couldn't even lay eggs.

Strangely enough, as the green dragon landed, a tear fell from his eye. Almost as if he were grieving his sisters. The mournful victor was lead back to his nest by Thaddeus to have his injuries treated.

Then, we began to notice something odd. Where the dragon's tear had fallen, an apple tree began to grow over the course of a few days.

In the months after the fight, crops finally began to grow! Our livestock began to produce more young! We were all so hungry and now everyone seemed to have a surplus of food.

When the harvest came and everyone in the kingdom had enough food, everyone gave offerings of fruits, vegetables, meats, cheeses, and bread to The Winner.

Now it's December, and while he can't lay eggs, he is in excellent health. Thaddeus says the green dragon is likely to be around for a very long time.

Almost as if he brings with him eternal prosperity for the kingdom.

No one could believe it. A third egg. Everyone was celebrating. There were rumors that the golden dragon god king was originally born from such an event thousands of years ago. To imagine that in their time this would happen again!

In the national tradition mages had set up scrying screens across the nation so the people could watch, for it is too dangerous to be close to a dragon fight, even if they are just hatched. The two normal eggs hatched first. Heaving themselves up, they looked at each other with hate and rage. The third egg moved and their gaze shifted to it. What could only be described as fear crossed their faces. Unbridled fear. The blue dragon started attacking the egg. The people rejoiced more. If the blue dragon was afraid and attacking the egg it must mean it’s a good thing. For it wouldn’t want good things to happen. The red dragon had taken flight high in the sky. It dove at the blue dragon. It wanted to stop it from breaking the egg! More rejoicing echoed. Something must have went wrong, for the red dragon did not hit the blue dragon, but instead crashed into the third egg and black smoke obscured the screens.

After what seemed like an eternity a shape appeared. It was darker than the black smoke. As if light itself refused to shine on the shape of this dragon. In this short time it had grown four times larger than what could have fit into the egg. It’s eyes opened and the darkest purple shown forth. Some smoke cleared and it was holding the blue dragon in its left hand by its neck, and it was withering and writhing. Cheers went up. That must mean a good luck year. What else could it be. The blue dragon was dying. More smoke cleared and the red sack of bones in the black dragon’s right had became visible. So, the red dragon died first. The blue dragon stopped squirming, and fell limp. The black dragon took to the sky, and the nation fell silent.

The mage in charge of the scrying screens zoomed out. Everything that the black smoke touched was wilting and dying. Verdant trees that had survived a hundred fights before were reduced to sticks, animals were falling where they stood. Just a finger of the smoke touching the grass left nothing but bare ground.

A dragon of death had been born. No. Not just a dragon of death. The Dragon God king of death had been born.

Three eggs. Always, for the last two thousand years of Thalasseia's history, there had been two. Two eggs to determine the luck of a kingdom. When hatched, for reasons unknown, the dragonets fought each other to the death - and, depending on the color of the victor, depended on the shape of Thalasseia's fortune for four seasons.

Red for prosperity and the promise of a gentle winter, blue that heralded a harsh winter, or some kind of disasterous event that risked the lives of many.

Indeed, the last time the blue won, a plague struck the kingdom, slaughtering a third of the population. That had been thirty years ago. Even now, they still suffered from its impact.

Scientists didn't know if the dragons caused the year, or if they simply informed Thalasseia of the kind of year to expect, like some kind of sick prophetic message in the form of a blood sacrifice. Certainly, the Blue Temple thought they were only omens. They came to warn the population. The Red Temple, however, believed they cursed the kingdom.

Now, the king and two Seers stood in front of the three eggs, nestled in silks and moss. One egg was smaller than the others.

"The third egg could be dangerous, sire," the Seer of the Red Temple said. "Perhaps we should remove it. Don't tell the public about it." He bowed before his king, and the king considered his words carefully.

"I don't feel comfortable interfering with the eggs, even if there is three. What say you, Blue Seer?"

The Seer of the Blue Temple clasped her hands together. Both she and the Red Seer were of royal blood, but had both forsaken the throne, removing themselves from the line of succession to instead become acolytes of their representative temples.

"I concur with the king. We must not interfere with the third egg. We do not know what it could mean. It would be foolish to clash with the Great Dragon's clutch."

"But this has never happened before," the Red Seer hissed. "What if it is two blues?"

"Then that would mean we can expect disaster." The Blue Seer scowled. "As you know, the blue informs us of our fortune, and prepares us for the worst -"

"The blue is a monster that curses us. We cannot risk it! I say we remove the third. Look at its size, anyway! It does not belong. It must be a runt!"

The king watched the two Seers bickering, but any decision was cut short by one of the eggs in front of them cracking.

Cracking a month earlier than expected. The Red Seer gasped. "No! It will smash the other eggs!"

The Blue Seer stared intently, crouching down for a better look. The king joined her. Fear wrought his heart. Indecision stopped him from making a move.

Gaps widened on the surface. Tap, tap, tap. A snout poked out. The shell cracked in two, and a tiny creature scrabbled out of the egg, shaking off a sticky membrane.

The king gasped. Not only was the dragon blue, but it was deformed. The wings were misshapen, glued to the body. One leg was just a stump, while the back legs were too big, too weird. And the eyes - an awful, milky white.

"Monster," whispered the Red Seer. "We must kill it."

"No!" The Blue Seer rushed towards the tiny dragonet. The dragonet, unlike the other dragons in two thousand years of history, didn't even attempt to crush the other eggs. Usually, they did. They hatched, and they sought to end their sibling. This one, however, crawled away from its shell, away from the two bigger eggs.

And it cried. Heart wrenching, sad, pathetic, all at once. The Blue Seer scooped it up and held it close. "You will not kill this dragonet. It hatched for a reason. It is... It is warning us in advance. We must listen."

"It's disgusting!" The Red Seer trembled with fury. "An abomination! Your Temple was always in the wrong, trying to sympathize and worship the blue dragons. King!" The Red Seer turned his fierce gaze on the king, who still hadn't moved from his spot. "This is it. We must oust the Blue Temple from our kingdom. Their ideas poison us. They side with the monster!"

The king listened. "I..."

What to do?

...

One week later, the Blue Temple was ransacked, and burned. Dozens of acolytes dead. The king passed a decree condemning the Blue Temple.

They didn't find the deformed blue dragon in their ransacking, however, or the Blue Seer, imprisoning any supporters without trial. Often arresting the innocent in the process. Executing some of the more outspoken.

Two months later, all trace of the Blue Temple was gone. The two main dragon eggs, however, had never hatched. Rumblings of discontent swept through Thalasseia. One month overdue. What did it mean if the eggs never hatched?

One month later, thousands of blue supporters were in prison, with thousands more executed. The Red Temple whispered in the king's ear. They made new laws. Better laws, they said. For a better future. For the prosperity of all. Along with a handsome reward for the missing Blue Seer, who they said plotted to harm their great kingdom, and a cash stipend for successfully reporting a Blue supporter to the newly formed Red Inquisitor squad.

Neighbors reported on neighbors for the reward money. The kingdom butchered itself in hatred. Drowned in the blood of its civilians, in suspicion and anger as it killed the best of its population, the brightest, the kindest.

The Blue Seer watched the destruction of her once great kingdom, and wept.

Jakri, at last, looked down into the expanse of the arena. It had been strewn about with fresh, slender branches from some coniferous tree, until there was hardly any bare ground to be seen, and the scent of them was strong enough to fill even the vast space of the Red Colosseum.

"Do they summon the dragon with a fire?" Jakri wondered aloud.

The old man next to him laughed, and turned to look at him with a toothless smile. "No, boy. Those are boughs of the Sacred Juniper. It's not a firepit, it's a nest. The dragons lay eggs high in the mountains, you see, and they make their nest-mounds from branches like these."

That made sense -- it was said that the dragon laid eggs that could be used to divine the future. This foreknowledge was supposed to be the reason for the prosperity of the Crimson Kingdom. He squinted at the other side of the Colosseum. Even from this distance, he could see people in gold-colored robes, gathering on a broad dais above the tiers.

"Are those the Royal Diviners?" he asked, excitedly.

The old man nodded. "The king's cabal of seers and astrologers -- they study the clouds, the movement of birds, and the stars, to get small glimpses of the future. But none of their portents are as clear or as certain as the Great Divination of the Dragon, of course."

"So, will the Diviners crack the eggs, after the dragon leaves? Read the future in the shape of the yolks, or something?" Jakri asked, uncertainly.

The old man gasped. "Mind your tongue, boy! The dragon eggs are sacred!"

Jakri held up his hands. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know! I'm from the countryside. A village called Rimbel, on the outskirts of the kingdom."

"Ah," the old man said, nodding. He chuckled. "Well, here's some advice then: in the Crimson City, speaking to someone of broken dragon eggs is like swearing at them by the name of the Divine -- don't do it unless you're trying to start a fight."

Jakri nodded. Across the arena, he saw the king and his royal retinue, resplendent in robes of crimson and gold, taking their place on the dais just above the Diviners.

"Anyway, the Diviner's don't actually do much in the Great Divination. The sign of the dragon is simple." He held up two bony fingers. "She lays two eggs, which we will care for until the Harvest, when they hatch. One contains a red hatchling, and the other, a blue. Newborn dragons are savage creatures, and once they've both emerged, they will fight to the death."

Jakri gasped. "Really?"

"Yes! It's quite brutal, but nature often is. If the red dragon -- the dragon that bears the color of our kingdom -- prevails, then good fortune will follow in the year to come. If the blue dragon wins, however, the kingdom will be plagued by bad luck."

A roar went up from the crowd in the Colosseum. The old man tugged on Jakri's sleeve, and pointed up. His eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open.

There she was, dropping down from the clouds -- the dragon. Her silvery, iridescent scales gleamed in the light, as she circled and descended, her vast membranous wings spread wide to catch the air. The horse-sized head at the end of her long serpentine neck was reptilian, and graced with short, antler-like horns, but her body reminded him more of a wildcat, lean and graceful.

He swore he could feel the wind from her beating wings, as she slowed and landed lightly in the center of the arena, amid the Sacred Juniper boughs. She lifted her regal head, and swept it around, her flashing eyes seeming to take in the crowd. She let out a roar, and tiny wisps of smoke puffed from her mouth and nostrils. Jakri shied back from the edge, but the old man just laughed.

"Don't worry, boy. She's just telling everyone to keep their distance, she won't attack us. Heh, she doesn't even see us a threat!" the man assured him.

And sure enough, after a moment, the immense creature settled down. She scraped the branches into a high mound in the center of the arena, then clambered atop it. There she writhed and thrashed for a moment, until she had half buried herself in the gigantic pile of Juniper. She settled again, and was silent. Jakri waited, tensely, watching her, ready to dive for cover despite the old man's assurances.

She reared up suddenly, and Jakri flinched, but the dragon just took straight to the sky. It was only when Jakri heard the old man's gasp, and the murmurs sweeping through the crowd, that he tore his eyes from the vanishing dragon.

Atop the mound of branches, sat three eggs.

"Three?" Jakri said.

"That...that's never happened before." the old man said. "Oh Divine...oh no..."

"What's wrong?" Jakri asked. "There will be three hatchlings that fight, instead of two?"

The old man turned to him. "The whole Divination is based on an eternal balance. Red and blue, good and evil, fair fortune and bad luck! If there are three dragons, there can be no balance!"

Across the Colosseum, he could see the red-robed shape of the agitated king, who'd gone down amongst the gold-clad diviners.

"Couldn't they just...uh..." Jakri hesitated, remembering how the old man had scolded him.

The man eyed him. "Ehhh...I don't see how. They're sacred. Besides, what if there are two eggs with blue dragons, and only one with red?"

A roar drew their attention back to the arena, but this time it game from a great horn, blown by a royal herald. The king stood on the dais with two heralds stood on either side of him, bearing bright banners held on the end of rods. The king spoke, and the two heralds spun their four two-sided banners this way and that at varying angles to relay his message, but Jakri had never learned the bannerspeech they employed.

Fortunately, the old man knew it, and translated for him.

"Fate has chosen...to forebear in deciding our..." the old man said, struggling to see the bannermen. He shook his head. "Sorry, my eyes aren't what they used to be. The king says that...to forestall the possibility of...something...a place far away...three shall be chosen to...do...by the divination of the feather."

The old man sighed. "Damn! Sorry, I'm not sure what that means."

"What's 'the divination of the feather'?" Jakri asked, curiously.

"One of the lesser methods of telling the future that the Diviners use." the old man replied, looking down at his feet thoughtfully. "If I remember right, they release certain special birds, with ribbons tied to their ankles, and by watching the movements of the ribbon and taking note of where the birds fly, the seers are supposed to receive clues about the best course of action to take in a particular."

"Birds like that one?" Jakri asked, pointing. The old man looked up, just in time to see a small finch with a slender silk ribbon tied to its leg abruptly swoop down and land on Jakri's extended finger.

"Whoa!" Jakri said, staring at the finch, which for its part simply chirped and ruffled its wings, despite the way Jakri had jumped when it landed on him, seeming to content to perch on the young man's finger indefinitely. He smiled at the bird. "Hi, little one. Any hints you can give me about the future? Or would I have to be a seer?"

The finch's only reply was a non-committal tweet, but from behind him, he heard a voice suddenly call out sharply. "You there!"

Both he and the old man turned to look behind them.

Two of the king's soldiers, dressed in red livery, were descending the steps towards them rapidly. Above them stood two Diviners.

"Come with us." the foremost soldier commanded him, sternly. "Your presence is required by your King."

As the court mage I was always skeptic of broad omens like "dragon festival" because if I'm being honest, "a year of bad luck" is too vague.

I knew there was going to be panic, as soon as that lizard pushed out a third egg I knew. One of the leading problems with this tradition is that they force the dragons to fight.

Don't get me wrong, some religions and festivals are not stupid, usually ones like that encourage charity or boost morale. Dragon festival makes the commoners all anxious and there have been many scenarios where entire villages have committed group suicides because they could not handle another year of bad luck.

The worst part was that this year there was three eggs, and as everyone watched as they hatched three lilac coloured dragons hatched.

If there was any chance of dispelling this awful superstition, it would require the trusted word of the court mage. Luckily it was me.

"Heed my message! Townsfolk!" I piped up over the confusion "It is as the stars and the wind hath spoked to me! These three royal drakes are a symbol of the true fate of all years to come" I was just plain lying "the future is now ours to determine and we shall celebrate this day as the day the dragons gifted it to us!"

There was cheering, now people wouldn't be destroying everything out of fear or relief.

I'm honestly sooo glad another dragon took the old ones place this year

Three eggs this year with the third being silver. No one knows what this means, but I’m deciding to keep a close eye on it. I am a lower duke of the kingdom with my area of rule suffering as of late due to an accident at the forge. Thankfully only a few were critically injured, but almost all of our craftsman are currently temporarily out of commission and resources are dwindling thin.

The great dragon isn’t the only dragon in the area, in fact many have some kind as pets, companions, or something else. They’re so common that giving specific eggs to people have meanings similar to flowers. Even still, it’s odd that a Premari dragon like the grand dragon, would bring a Chromatic egg. When I returned to my castle I researched the meaning of a silver Chromatic egg and came across that it could mean either a recognition for craftsmanship or a wish to get well. The reason it could be 2 is because 2 separate species of dragon comes from silver eggs

For the ones that represent craftsmanship, the dragon is a swicer, a brash and hard to please dragon that have only be tamed by master craftsman as their works are the only thing they see as a worthy tribute. If they’re presented with something that isn’t up to their standards they have been known to destroy forges the size of mountains with their liquid metal breath.

For a wish of recovery, the dragon is called a Boonshimmer, a rare and compassionate dragon that can heal any wound and cure any disease. It doesn’t have a breath weapon, but similar to birds, they sing. It’s that song that can heal, it can even heal the deaf if needs be

I have to wait and see what type it is. If it’s a Boonshimmer, I need to catch it before the other 2 can kill it. I must wait and see which it is and be right next to it for when it hatches

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The kingdom held its breath as it waited for the dragon to emerge from the cavern

Kayla was seated next to her friend Chris, feeling rather pleased that she had managed to get a seat near the cavern, even more so by her own effort.

"I still don't get what this is all about?" he asked her, refreshed after traveling from far away

"You've come from far away, so of course you would not know of the story" she said as she twiddled with her straight brown hair".

With a blow of horns, one of the priest approached the edge of the stage, and began to tell the tale. Kayla bumped her friend in the shoulder to get his attention

"Long before this was a great kingdom, The capital of Hemsworth was little more than a simple town."

"One day a great dragon came to our town and as there was no cavern or cave for her to nest in, The great Cavern that was in our town center, which was our shelter in the early days of our founding was made into a nest for her, out of fear, and out of our undying respect”

"With that she laid two eggs, and left them to be, as is with a Skandar dragon"

"In the summer, two dragons were born from the eggs, one Blue, one Red"

"As Skandar Dragons, they began to fight, and though through tooth and nail, the red dragon slew it's brother and flew away"

Most people began to worry as even though it was now nearing the afternoon, the dragon had not yet left the cavern, their worries as mumblings in the crowd

"That year was a great boon for the our town, as we found a large reserve of Diamonds to mine"

"Three consecutive times, the Red dragon won" she said, "Three consecutive times, the Empire flourished"

The dragon guard was now sending a small group of soldiers in to check the dragon, for how important the dragon is.

To drown out the worries, the Priest narrated even louder to try and silence the mumblings

"For the first time, the blue dragon won, and what followed was a great and awful era, Several crops died, and a large chunk of land was conquered by the barbarians to the north"

"As our kingdom grew, the same pattern occurred, two eggs, a blue dragon to bring us misfortune, a red dragon to bring us glory"

"It has become one of our finest traditions"

"The dragon is dead!!"

One of the soldiers who were sent in to explore screamed in panic as he came out of the Cavern.

Loud gasps came out from the crowd as the Leader of the Kingdom's religion began to question the soldier, "Was it killed unnaturally, good sir?"

"Nay, your eminence, it would seem the dragon had died of old age"

The Leader let of a mere chuckle as he addressed the people, "Fear Not people of Hemsworth, for now the two eggs will not judge our fate of the year to come, but rather, the fate of the kingdom.

A female soldier emerged from the cavern,

"There's... there's three, your majesty" she said as she knelt to the king on the pavilion

"Three what?" he asked her

"Three eggs"

Chris looked at Kayla and the mob that was gathering, "Never was it not two?"

Kayla shook her head, "Never" she told him as she dragged him away, knowing the crowd could turn violent and hurt him

The people began to revolt as they wondered what it could entail.

"My people, I assure you that I will ask our greatest minds to find what this mean, for our kingdom " the king announced as he made his guards surround the cavern to protect it and push away the crowds

Kayla and Chris had managed to push past the crowds and run to an alleyway for safety.

"It's getting unruly out there" Chris commented as he looked worried, nervously running his wavy hair with his fingers.

"That is why I dragged you here" she replied, "Anyways..."

She gave him a small metal badge, "It's best you leave here as soon as possible, people would think that any foreigner would have been the cause of this"

Taking it, he merely nodded his head, "I hope I'll see you again Kayla"

"Me too"

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