Botan, Mother of Guardians
Sara knew the egg couldn’t be real. Little girls didn’t win dragon eggs, especially not at random, and not in Pirth. But what if, she wondered, walking back to the house with her brother, Hue, festival fireworks shooting off in the distance. Was it really impossible? No, she resolved. Sometimes little girls did win dragon eggs, especially during magic nights like the Midnight Festival. That was about the only time it could happen. Later in bed, she pulled the covers over her head and whispered to the egg, “Anyone in there?” That’s when the bed started to shake and a brilliant blue dragon eye appeared at the window. It winked.
