The sound of the wind roared through the mountains as Kaelor soared through the sky, carrying a prey in his teeth—a deer, enough to feed his growing brood. He flew, eager to return to his cave where his precious eggs rested in a nest of stones heated by his golden flames. But as he approached the entrance to his cave, something seemed wrong.

The familiar scent of the cave, usually mixed with the heat of stone and fire, was different. Kaelor landed, his enormous wings kicking up dust. His senses, sharpened by centuries of experience, immediately detected something: the smell of humans, gunpowder, and destruction

“No…” he whispered, releasing his prey and rushing inside.

The sight that awaited him was devastating. His nest, carefully built with love, was destroyed. Rocks overturned, the heat of the flames almost extinguished, and worst of all: the fragments of eggshells, scattered across the floor like shards of colored glass. Their eggs, they were broken.

Kaelor roared, a sound so deep and mournful that it made the mountains themselves tremble. His body shook with rage and pain as he walked through the devastated landscape, unable to believe what he was seeing.

“Who dared do this?” he roared. His claws scratched the ground as he tried to process the loss. He bent over the remains of his eggs, tears falling as they fell.

It was then that Kaelor saw something. In the deep corner of the cave, almost hidden under a fallen piece of rock, there was a golden glow. He froze, holding his breath. Slowly, he moved forward, pushing the rocks carefully.

There it was, against all odds: an intact egg, without a single scratch. Kaelor bent down, touching it gently, feeling the warmth and pulse of life within it.

“You survived…” he murmured, his voice full of rupture and emotion.

He held the egg delicately, as if it were the greatest treasure in the world. The hatred and anger of the hunters still burned in his heart, but at that moment, he only wanted to protect that egg.