'Twas the night of the Flameforgers Festival, when all through the land Not a thing was stirring, not even a bit of sand The nests were filled in, the hatchlings under care Dragons resting their wearied limbs, relaxing without fear -- ~*~*~*~ "I WON'T STAND FOR THIS ANYMORE!!!" A single dragon, alone in a dark forest, screamed. "This is the LAST STRAW, you know what I mean?" The forest rustled around her at the vengeful declare. "I'M SUING THE EXTINGUISHED JACKALOPES!!!" She cried, her eyes an angry flare. ~*~*~*~ ….in hopes that Flameforger's would soon pass by there….
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