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The Nihongi, the sect of people to which I belong, are known as the dragon people. On a Nihongi’s sixteenth birthday, they are gifted a dragon egg. From the moment the shell cracks open until death, dragon and Nihongi are bonded. Soul to soul. Heart to heart.

So you can imagine my excitement when I came downstairs that morning, the wood floor cool beneath my bare feet, and saw the deep emerald egg resting in the fireplace’s glowing embers. Flickering orange light danced across the smooth, speckled shell. The scent of smoke and burning pine mingled with a hint of incense from the shrine my mother had decorated the night before. It was warm, quiet, and sacred.

I dropped to my knees beside the hearth, barely breathing. I adjusted the embers with the iron poker, encouraging the heat to wrap around the egg. Time stretched. Sunlight moved across the room, golden and slow. Still, I waited. I didn’t dare blink.

Then something stirred.

A small tremble ran through the egg. My breath caught as a thin crack opened across the top. A tiny snout, slick and glistening, pushed through. You burst from the shell with a shrill cry, limbs trembling and eyes wide. You looked directly at me. Not through me. Not past me. At me. Your gaze was ancient and intelligent, even though you had only just drawn your first breath.

In that moment, the bond snapped into place.

I had a friend. A purpose. For the first time, I wasn’t alone. Over the next few weeks, we became inseparable. You grew stronger each day. You curled around the base of my bed at night, warming my feet. You learned to fly, your first wobbly leap sending us tumbling into the pond. I laughed for what felt like the first time in years.

But that peace was short-lived.

They came without warning. The sky darkened, not with clouds, but with enemy banners. Flames leapt from rooftops. Screams shattered the air. Thick smoke rolled through the village, smothering the sunlight. The world tilted into panic.

I shoved through the chaos, ash stinging my eyes. People sprinted past, their faces streaked with soot and terror. My only thought was to find him. I reached our home just in time to see him step out, sword in hand, his face grim.

“Father!” I shouted, lungs burning. I ran to him, my arms open.

He turned to me, his eyes flicking between you and me. His face softened just for a second. Then he reached out, pushed me back firmly, and looked straight at you.

“Keep her safe.”

Before I could reach him, before I could beg, you had wrapped yourself around me. I felt the powerful surge of your wings as you launched into the smoky sky. Wind howled in my ears. I looked down, screaming his name. He never turned. He walked into the fire, and I never saw him again.

At dusk, we returned.

The village was gone. Homes reduced to blackened skeletons. Trees burned to ash. The only sound was the soft hiss of smoldering embers. The silence was unbearable.

I stepped off your back and staggered forward. Dust clung to my skin. The air was heavy with grief.

“{{user}}...” I whispered as I gazed across the ruins. “We have to find them. Save who we can.”

You lowered your head. I pressed my forehead to your warm, scaled brow. The rhythm of your breathing steadied mine.

“You may need to shift into human form while we travel,” I said quietly. “We must move carefully now.”

You gave a soft rumble in reply.

I turned from the wreckage, heart aching but determined.

“Let’s go.”