Cover by @TheSilverFlames. Thank you 💖
A book of fandom and non-fandom related one-shots with you interacting with a dragon (or type of dragon). So, come read and become a Dragonling.
Whether you adore soaring in the clouds or diving in the deep s...
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This was inspired by writing-prompt-s on Tumblr. So half of this belongs to them.This isn't really a royalty one so this is more of an average, middle-class person one. Oh, and it's kinda modern too, so... Enjoy!
------------- C/O/C: colour of choice F/C: favourite colour UB/C: underbelly colour H/C: Horn colour E/C: eye colour D/N: dragon name
------------------------- This is it! The day I've waited for, for more than 10 years. It's Christmas Day, and I'm ten years old. This means today I'm going to get a very special present. A present every ten year old gets on Christmas Day. A dragon egg. Yes, every child gets one. Well anyone with the mark on their left shoulder. Some have a Phoenix, others a miniature Griffin. These animals are to be our long lasting friends, that will not leave our side until death. This tradition only came in after a witch cursed the next 10,000 children who'd walk on this land, to have these creatures by their side, til death do them part. And I am a child among those 10,000 cursed. I was born with a (C/O/C) dragon symbol on my shoulder. And so today, I am destined to receive a dragon egg.
I felt the sun shine in through my window on to my face. I groan to myself until I realize what day it is. I jolt upright in my bed, excited. I scramble out from under the bed clothes and run out of my room. I shake my older brother/sister awake. "Ugh... (Y/N)..." He/She groans, and pulls his/her duvet up again. "But... Charlie" I whine. "Go wake up Mum and Dad" he/she groans. I giggle naughtily, and run out of the room and in to my parents room. "Mummy, Daddy" I squeal, and jump on their bed. "Wake up, wake up!" "Ugh... Sweetheart" my mother groans. "Just give us a minute" my father groans. I giggle and run out of the room. I rush down the stairs and sit on the ground by the tree. The LED lights were dotted like stars on the artificial tree. I rooted under the tree, pushing aside presents for Charlie and my parents. I had studied all the presents under the tree for weeks; looking at who they were for and from, studying their feel and shape, and finally, shaking my presents that I couldn't make out what they were. Finally, I came across a present that I hadn't seen the night before, or ever. It was about 5 inches long and about 4 wide, it was adorned in silver and gold Christmas wrapping paper. I softly shook the box: something rolled inside as I shook. I heard my family come down the stairs, and settle down beside me. "Open it, Sweetie" my mother says. I look down at the box, joy was the only thing visible on my face—according to my mother—and tore open the paper. The box had a picture of the dragon symbol on my shoulder, and in silver, joint writing said, handle and care with love. I lift the lid of the box slowly off and look inside: there was a/an (F/C) egg surrounded by white crepe paper. The egg was sprinkled with (UB/C) and (H/C) diamond shapes, making it look like someone had painted a giant chicken egg and sprinkled glitter on top. I beamed at the sight on my dragon egg. Charlie chuckled at the look on my face and called over Phil, his/her Phoenix. "I'll get the stand ready" he/she said, and went to get the egg stand that he/she used to hatch Phil.
