The Curse of Phlangon

Epilogue

Five years later...

Firebloom was sitting in her cozy little house, and closing her eyes. She ran her talon over her plump belly. Her first egg was due in a few weeks. Her heart fluttered at the fact that she was thinking of her first egg. Her first egg. It was so hard to believe...

Not much longer, Firebloom reassured herself. She kept her eyes closed as she thought: When do you get home? Her map was laid open in her lap.

A few moments passed.

A couple of hours. Why? Are you doing okay? Do you need me to come?

I'm fine, She thought with a laugh. Just wondering. Ugh, I'll never get over you.

I know. Most dragons don't get over my rugged handsomeness once they see it. Well, I have to go, my racing duties are calling.

Ew, don't tell me about your racing duties, Firebloom thought again, laughing harder. See you soon. No response. He must have started his big race. 

Firebloom's mind flashed back to five years ago. After two weeks of making and tending to the crimsonroot cure, they successfully delivered it to their town. Everyone thanked them greatly, saying that they would be quite literally dead if they hadn't done something. The healers also sent out search parties to collect more crimsonroot in case of another spread. After all of the Phlangon drama had died down a little bit, Drasu and Hara had decided Falgon would go to The Gifted Night Academy For Dragonlings, because he was more gifted than troubled. Firebloom firmly disagreed with that, and when she did, Falgon slapped her wing with his.

As for them themselves...they were doing pretty great, Firebloom thought. Falkor became a healer, Mayka a nurse, Firebloom a professor at The Gifted Night Academy for Dragonlings (she was on maternity leave now, though) and Falgon, yes, a racer. He had realized that he was a talented and excellent flier and had joined the professional flying team after a few months of training.

Falkor and Mayka had married (of course)...Falgon and Firebloom laughed when they heard the news, for only a few months earlier they said they wouldn't marry. But whether they said they would or not, they knew it was going to happen anyway. Mayka already had her first dragonling, a girl named Kaydah with sea blue scales and lilac eyes that looked identical to Mayka's and was about to have another. "Let's name her Falkora," Falkor had suggested, but Mayka shot down that 'lame name idea' very quickly. "What? It totally doesn't sound like MY name. It's completely original." He had said with a huge grin on his snout. Kaydah was now three months old and beginning to speak. Mostly things like "MOMMY look at me awesomest twick EVER!" or "Mamamama I's HUUUNGWYYYY."

Firebloom and Falgon got married too. She still clearly remembered the insanely huge grin on his snout, the way his eyes shone like a ball of stars when she said yes...

Mayka laughed with maniacal joy when she heard the news, doing an extremely weird dance (of course), and demanding details which they both refused to give her.

When the healer (Falkor) confirmed she really was going to have a dragonling, Falgon immediately suggested Falgon junior if it was a boy. Firebloom suggested Firebloom junior if it was a girl. Falgon shook his head with disgust and ranted for ten minutes about how that was the most unoriginal name in the history of the world.

Firebloom opened her eyes and sighed contently. Those days were so...well, she honestly couldn't find words to describe how awesome they had been. Then she laughed in remembrance at memory in particular...

Her parents weren't particularly thrilled to see her again, and scolded her heavily when they'd seen she hadn't polished her scales in weeks. They definitely didn't approve of Falgon, who they said was a 'dirty little peasant with the brain capacity of a pea'. Firebloom remembered with a laugh at what she responded to that: "I'm pretty sure you guys are describing yourselves, not Falgon." She added extra affection in her voice when she said Falgon, just to rub it in (she didn't really have to do much acting to make it believable). She barely listened to them after that, for she was too busy fussing over her friend Lyris, who had just broken free of the curse.

Not long after she peacefully dozed off in thinking of memories, Falgon had arrived looking slightly tired but displaying a first place medal in his talons. Firebloom shrieked with joy and rushed over to hug him. Her husband. Even though they had been married for quite some time now, she still found it hard to believe. Nonetheless, she was very happy with her life, and knew she always would be.