Epic Of Fire Dragon

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"Please… We have lost everything… You are the only one that can possibly help us now…"

"The flames are dimming… It won't work…"

"Shut up! We have to try at the very least!"

"It won't work… The Wielder of the Origin Flames is just a myth, and that egg is not even a real egg, is just a rock with paintings on it."

Another voice spoke to the girl, it seemed to be… another girl too.

"But I am a Saint! It… should work!"

"No, it won't, and if the Elder finds us here, he'll reprimand us, hurry up and let's get out of here…"

"B-But…! Please, hatch!"

The girl cried, as Joan suddenly felt something touching the surface above him, which seems to be oval-shaped.

"Wait, oval shaped? Are they talking to me, an egg? Does this mean I am inside an egg?!"

Joan realized the horrid truth a bit too late, but indeed, he was inside an egg.

And then…

"Ah!"