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Hatchling number eighteen wasn't supposed to be special. She was supposed to be submissive and bow down to do whatever the masters told her to do. But she doesn't exactly like to follow the rules. While being trained to fight as a steed for war, she meets many older dragons who are beaten down, bedraggled, and caged, but they all seem to be full of hope whenever she passes by, and whispers break out behind her in the tongue of dragons; whispers that tell of the prophesied one coming at last. Can she free her fellow dragons from whatever terrible curse the masters have cast upon them? And what of the war, that has been going on for twenty generations of dragons? Can she prevent it from ever happening again? Or will she be the one who dooms the whole of dragon kind, and leaves the world to burn?
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