The Defects

The Defects

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Fear clenched me. Just as it always had when my mom got that look on her face. She was one of the legend 3. The strongest dragon trainers on the planet. She knew the stomps meant something big. Dad and her deserted me in the middle of a dusty road to go catch a dragon. The whole town did. And then they found it too strong for any of them. Even my mother. They all died because they lacked their natural instinct of fear. This was when I knew something was wrong with me. I was a defect. And so was he.
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