Flowing sentiments, those throughout the reaches of time. Differences of realms, each proceeding in their own way. Tragedy constantly existing, souls yearning for freedom. An entity of old, one from the deepest of abyss. Feverishness of her desires, one of most importance. Seeking after it, shouting what is within. Shackling for longness, despairing within. Enemies all around, yet softness still existing. Countless in awareness on her, some fearing her, others idolizing her. Muddiness of information, naturalness of this. Mysteries in play, normalcy of it. A world far below, that morning light shining down, penetrating into a forest. Trees for miles, dampness of the surroundings. Animals moving about, each surviving within this.

Mushrooms along edges, compact of the area. Two children inside of it, a path of straightness. One of a girl, another a boy. Similarity of their attire, red and blue clothing. A uniform of a possibility, many parts no less out there. Hair reaching long, reflecting the snow. Her vision of the sky above, that one leading the direction. Her companion behind her, his hair of the crimson moon, eyes representing the land. Unease from him, gazing at his friend. That one moving ahead, observing around her. Ceasing her actions, glancing back to him. Clearness of his fear, friends coming far.

"Minerva, maybe this is not a good idea." His concerning eyes on her.

Adventurous of one, another not so much. Differences of them, yet a friendship of closeness. Following her into danger, nature everywhere. Creatures lurking out of sight, mysteries in existence. Excitement in this, her vision on her goal. Seeking out a dragon's egg, unwillingness to turn back. Coming far, slipping by others. Needing in witnessing this, loving the wind of freedom. Each proceeding in their own path, a soul feverishly burning. Flowing breeze, sharpness of scents. Facing her friend, folding her arms, her gentle gaze upon him.

"Come now Levant, we do not have much further to go. This I am certain of." Faintness of her smile.

Sinking into a stream of endlessness, riding along in the tides. Ventures around each end, surfacing to the next adventure. Never ceasing danger, this no less part of life. Grasping this, pushing onward in a sea of despair. Unwillingness of some, others embracing this. That boy in awareness on his friend, a spirit refusing in binding. Dismaying of their situation, an escaping sigh from him. Holding the side of his head, stressfulness of this. Punishment certainly coming from their elder at some point, madness of this. Not stopping this, following along in it.

"Fine...where do you think we should go next?" he questions, looking at her.

Bonding of two, differences of them. Adventurousness of one, seeking the wind of freedom. Desiring to spread her wings, yearning to soar. Another not of the same, stepping out of his shell. Racing behind her, learning a bit of the outside. His beating chest, nervousness of him. Turning from him, observing the area around her. Tracks to her attention, one direction in going. A mission in mind, another height in reaching. Wanting in going further, awareness on the danger. A bit concerning, her heart guiding her forward. Those reaching for what is within, commonality of actions.

"If we follow this path, it should lead us to a nest." Glancing back to him.

"If I make it out alive, I want a restraining order." His humorless gaze on her.

Justification in this, wildness of an individual. Constantly pushing boundaries, yearning in spreading those wings. Seeking ventures far from safeness, this no less of her. Bringing him along, diving into a world of mysteries. Laughing at his words, moving onward. Sighing of that boy, following behind her. Those heading deeper into the forest, strangeness in the wind. Something not of rightness, Minerva noticing this. Possibility of a large monster, shortness of time until its presence. Making their way up a hill of steepness, that boy highly in awareness on his surroundings. Those eventually finding themselves at a nest, many appliances holding it together. Vines, sticks, leaves, numerous objects housing large eggs.

"About time, let's hurry up." Levant warning.

Dangerousness of this, heading far within the forest. Seeking the eggs of beasts of massiveness, venturing into the depths of terribleness. Strangeness of the wind, closeness of her. Following in her path, selfishness of this. Naturalness of feelings, those paving their own way. Shortness of time, her friend's concern. Walking onward, that boy following behind. Several eggs residing there, one catching Minerva's attention. Blazing fire upon it, releasing a gentle glow. That companion at her side, glancing to her. His gaze soon on the egg, wondering on the reason for this particular one. Flowing breeze, intensifying it. Those high up, feeling this pressure. Essentialness in hastiness, that girl extending her hand, touching it. Hardness of the texture, smoothness as well. A surging pulse, a force resonating far inside of her. A sharp jolt, painful of it.

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"Gyah...!!"

"Minerva!" he calls out.

Shocking of this to the boy, witnessing her stepping away. Those coming far, treading through the forest. Danger around each end, finding their way into the nest of dragons. Unsettling of the surroundings, an egg of mystery before them. This one catching the attention of the girl, her curiosity towards it. Touching it, a reaction to her. Strangeness of this, holding her hand. Her vision on the object, something more to it. This soul inside of it, blackness around her. Crimson eyes staring at her, mightiness of its roar. Wings spanning wide, circling around her. Covering herself, snapping back into reality.

That boy's hand on her shoulder, her attention around her. Lowering her arms, hearing cracking sounds. Their eyes to the blazing egg, that boy alarmingly moving back. Horribleness of a time, that vision to her awareness. Extending her hand, surprising of this to the boy, witnessing her standing in front of him. Closeness of her gaze upon it, watching it breaking apart. The bottom half no more, revealing black and red scaly legs. That shell covering their head, confusion of the monster. Looking around, wondering on the darkness. Faintness of her smile, walking towards it, Levant alarmingly stepping forward.

"Minerva! Be-careful!" he warns.

Lives existing within the flowing stream, each trailing along its endlessness. Some of fierceness, others not of it. Amazement in its vastness, that gripping force. That vision to her mind, this one in front of her. Worrying of her friend, yet something pushing her towards it. Standing before the dragon, extending her hands to it. Gripping the shell, lifting it up. Those crimson eyes upon her, looking into her azure own. Dark and crimson scaly face, wideness of its wings. Curiously gazing at her, innocence in those eyes. Slightly propping their head, moving their foot against the ground.

"Heavenly King, Astral..." Distantness of Levant.

A breed of proudness, those soaring the sky. Ruling over countless, ferociousness of them. Acknowledgment of a race, many avoiding them. One residing above innumerable, their wings spreading far. Moving over the many lands, scaling the seas. Opposing their challenges, earning their title. Smallness of this one, boldness of them. Walking up to Minerva, their eyes locking onto her own. Flowing breeze, stillness for a bit. Lightening of its gaze, jumping in excitement. Embracing her, surprising of this action. Relieving of this, one taking a liking to her.

"He must believe you are his mother, talk about a lucky break." That boy scratching the back of his head.

Smallness of a life, coming into a world within the presence of two. Meeting a girl, misidentifying her. Fineness with it, safeness around him. That vision to her mind, a beast of mightiness. Powerfulness of them, that connection with this one. Thinking on it, uncertainness of the meaning. Littleness in importance, glancing to her friend. That one moving forward a bit, his hand on his waist. Shortly looking down at the dragon, placing a hand of gentleness on the side of his head. That little one relishing in her touch, faintly smiling. Fortune upon them, those arriving at the moment of his coming.

"Reagan, that will be his name." Her soft tone.

"Reagan huh...I like it." Levant smiling, folding his arms.

Tininess of him, a realm of largeness. Littleness of a king, innocence in existence. Those living amongst countless, circumstances dictating their position. Two venturing out, pressing through the forest. One spreading her wings, going far. Another following along, friends of closeness. Entering a nest, a mysterious egg. A dragon coming from it, his attachment to the girl. Minerva stepping away from him, that beast following her. Trailing from one direction to the next, excitement of him. This one of his first sight, not knowing better. Affection towards her, naturalness of it.

"Hey, Levant. Let's bring this little guy home with us, I am certain no one will mind." Turning to him.

This not in expectance, a dragon amongst them. A girl venturing out, wishing to learn more. Wanting to observe more closely, none at a nest. Getting closer, a hatching egg. This situation coming, a shifting future. One of smallness entering into her life, littleness of a king. Unable in leaving him behind, boldness of her decision. Wishing to bring this one back to their village, possibility of danger. Monsters roaming the world, this beast no less one of them. A chance of a difference, attachment to a child. Eyes of wonder from this dragon, gazing at the two of them.

"Alright, let's raise him. How bad can it go?" sighing of the boy, shrugging at this.

Incapability of denying her this, nearness of two. A monster of this one, a king of smallness. Innocence in this creature, each playing along in this game of chance. Entering in this world, circumstances dictating direction. These two to his vision, none other there. Walking up to Reagan, that one curiously looking at him. His attention to the girl, shortly shifting it to the boy. Thinking for a bit, nudging the child. A hand of gentleness on the head of the dragon, niceness of this individual. Mysteries of the worlds, unlikeliness of outcomes. Differing possibilities, this being one of them.

"Come on, let's get ya home. I am certain we have tons of meat for ya." Levant smiling.

Excitement at this, jumping a bit. Friendliness of this one, scratching against the land. Coldness of the wind, something to his attention. Ceasing his joy, aggressiveness of his stance. Angrily growling, looking around him. Noting his hostility, two observing their surroundings. Foolishness in remaining, that girl urging the dragon along. Those three fleeing the nest, returning to their village. A place under development, houses of bricks, shops of wood. Rivers on the side, windmills steadily turning. Wings depicting various wyverns or dragons, villagers at an unrest. Reagan standing at the center, confusingly looking at everyone. Hostility of many, those two children standing before a man in his late thirties. Fury in his brown eyes, hair of blackness, armor of a crimson monster. That one folding his arms, impatiently tapping his foot against the ground.

"Have you any idea how reckless that was? How much danger you have put everyone in by bringing that dragon here?" he chastises.