Starcharm wept, and wept, and wept. The body of Empty started to disintegrate. She scrabbled for a piece of shell to catch it in. Empty was gone. Empty was a pile of ash in an eggshell. Starcharm dug around in the nest, and found what she was looking for.
She pulled out a pouch she had made a while ago. She poured the ash into it carefully. Finally she let out her rage. She let out a blood curdling, bone shattering roar. She dashed out of the cave and roared again. She shot into the woods, killing everything she saw. She pounced on a moose, rolled over it, and threw it against a tree. Without a thought, she dashed into the night.
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Trapped
FantasyStarcharm was (in her opinion) the average dragon. She hunted, flew, and was pretty friendly. The one thing different about her was her child, Empty, forever trapped inside their egg by a foul beast called the Egg-Smash. When Empty dies she finds he...
