GloryBringer

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Glory smiled as she sat in her hammock that night, cradling her egg in her talons.

She gazed at it fondly, admiring the contrast of a starry night sky, mixed with flashes of colors in the mix.

Nobody would touch her egg, nobody. She would guard the dragonet inside with her life. 

For Glory loved the little unborn dragon in the egg, whatever they may look like. 

She loved it with all her heart and soul, and would do anything to protect it.

She wished that the little dragonet inside would grow up to be a king or queen of the rainforest, inheriting her throne when she died, and ruling the rainwings.

This dragonet, this unborn perfection, would be her successor.

And as Glory thought this, she saw something that she had never noticed before. 

There was a crack in the egg.