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f dust many times in her duties as novitiate, lay at her feet. The runt of the clutch, perhaps.</p><p id="457e">Like her.</p><p id="8682">She seized it, cast it into the brazier. The flames blazed sapphire.</p><p id="eb63">‘No!’ screamed Hoata.</p><p id="2f17">Freya stared in awe as fine cracks webbed the smooth surface of the egg. A horned snout poked through, the shell fractured.</p><p id="3bc1">The tiny dragon squawked smoke. Freya cupped her hands. The baby wobbled forward, spreading translucent wings. She caught it.</p><p id="604b">It was cool to the touch, scales shimmering cobalt in the firelight. A reptilian eye regarded her. She shivered. The dragon snaked up her arm and snuffled her hair.</p><p id="188e">Too late for Hoata to find it a new rider. Bonded.</p><p id="12ad">‘Mine!’ Freya aimed a triumphant smile at Hoata.</p><p id="c2d8"><i>Mine</i>, the dragon hissed in her ear.</p><p id="8d53">Fantasy flash fiction by Alex Kilcannon</p><div id="d4db" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/blade-of-souls-1fff7965

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Dragon’s Nest

In an abandoned dragon’s lair, two orphans meet their destiny

‘A dragon rider must have a pedigree. A foundling like yourself can’t even say where she came from.’

Freya glared at Prioress Hoata across the brazier flames. ‘That isn’t fair. I didn’t dump myself on the Priory steps as a baby.’

The Prioress looked down her nose. ‘Life isn’t fair.’

Dragon eggs lined the cave floor.

The smallest egg, the size of Freya’s head, one she had wiped of dust many times in her duties as novitiate, lay at her feet. The runt of the clutch, perhaps.

Like her.

She seized it, cast it into the brazier. The flames blazed sapphire.

‘No!’ screamed Hoata.

Freya stared in awe as fine cracks webbed the smooth surface of the egg. A horned snout poked through, the shell fractured.

The tiny dragon squawked smoke. Freya cupped her hands. The baby wobbled forward, spreading translucent wings. She caught it.

It was cool to the touch, scales shimmering cobalt in the firelight. A reptilian eye regarded her. She shivered. The dragon snaked up her arm and snuffled her hair.

Too late for Hoata to find it a new rider. Bonded.

‘Mine!’ Freya aimed a triumphant smile at Hoata.

Mine, the dragon hissed in her ear.

Fantasy flash fiction by Alex Kilcannon

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A wizard’s apprentice seeks power

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