Prologue

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The storm was wild and uncontrollable as it can ever be. A pair of ships were sailing side-by-side and rival kingdoms were fighting against each other. But during the chaos, a young woman had placed a basket and unnoticed by the mother, her son had slipped a ivory horn into the basket. She quickly covered the basket with a reed-made basket lid and gently placed the basket into one of the boats. But the boat had accidentally been cut by a flying arrow and the boat was soon sent adrift on the wild sea. The woman cried out mournfully, she and her family was about to go into the boat before it was sent adrift out to sea.
Dark waves had rose from the rolling sea, and from it lifted an almost destroyed boat. As the wave surged higher, reaching towards the stormy gray sky, the boat reached higher as well. A bracelet of foam swirled around the boat, a cry came from the boat. It was the cry of someone young. It was the cry of someone scared, too confused to understand what was going on.
It was the cry of a baby girl.
With a deep sucking sound, the wave had began to draw steadily towards the shore. For an instant it had paused, hovering between ocean and land, between the brooding ocean and the sandy coast of England. Then the sucking swelled into a crashing roar as the wave toppled over the boat, hurling the basket onto the sand.
The baby girl coughed violently and her body shook slightly. But beneath the girl was shreds of a torn white blanket rimmed with yellow and blue was still clinging to her.
At that instant, she coughed again, vomited seawater, and coughed again. The baby remained motionless for a moment. All she could taste was sand, slime, and vomit. All she could feel was the painful throbbing in her head, and the damp sand underneath her. Then came another cough, another gush of seawater. A halting, labored breath. Then a second breath, and a third.
Waves surged and subsided, surged and subsided. For a long time, the small candle flame of life in her wavered figure at the edge of the fading darkness. Beneath her fear, she couldn't remember much except the scent of smoke, the yelling and shouting, and the heartbroken cry of a mother.
But something very special had happened, a great roar echoed across the sky and the sea.
A beautiful white dragon had landed a few feet away from the boat. She was taller than a tree, with azure-blue wings that has patterns of purple starbursts shaped like webbed talonprints underneath her wings that was outlined from the sunlight, while her underscales sparkled a lovely gold. Bright sky-blue eyes glowing on a sleek, elegant face. Sand crunched softly between her claws as she flexed them. The dragon was wearing several strands of sapphires: oddly-shaped, cool, smooth, and long strand of shimmering pale pink pearls draped around her neck, as well as one wrapped around her chest and wings. But in the center of her chest is an amulet with a blue crystal in the middle of the pearl necklace.
The dragon stepped over towards the boat and started sniffing the boat. The baby woke up and met the bright sky-blue eyes with sparkling sea-blue. The baby giggled and placed her tiny hands onto the dragon's huge snout, making the dragon drew back quickly in surprise, admiration, and slight amusement.
The young baby girl has a patch of golden hair on the top of her head. Her skin was a fair tan and her eyes showed her deep blue orbs that seemed to sparkle like the sea catching the light of the sun.
The baby had started crying for the presence of her parents or the warmth she had recently felt. The dragon gently dragged the basket closer to her to have a closer look of the human baby girl. The baby giggled and started hugging the dragon's snout again, making the dragon rumbled in laughter and rolled her eyes in fond amusement.
As the dragon gained a closer look of the baby, she had to admit the baby is pretty adorable and she could see a spirited and feisty fire of a young dragon in the baby's sparkly blue eyes, she decided to adopt the girl as a dragon hatching of her own. The dragon gently took the baby girl away in the basket from the boat and flew off towards the mountains to decide the human girl's fate.
There is something special about the human girl, almost magical even. But only time could tell of what the human girl's fate may be.

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