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// Alight 
// Story: Dragon Story 
// by Karibela 
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Brooch tightened in the grip of her mouth, she stood firm against a swarm of scales.



The mother dragon had gone too close to avoid Crescent's shield, and having just touched it with a single claw, she leapt back in pain. The best magi in all of the Crystal Empire had forged Crescent's brooch, and it was the reason for her lack of fear in the terrifying cave. The magi's creation stayed true to its purpose.

“Back!” shrieked the mother, having hissed with pain. “Do no touch the mare's shield!” The young dragons showed brief looks of confusion, but nonetheless obeyed their mother's command, swerving to avoid the cyan flames that surrounded the mare. 

She didn't dare drop the brooch, making it difficult for her to speak. “Where are huh o'hers?” Crescent asked, her voice booming in magic so that every dragon would hear.

The mother spoke before Crescent could say another word. “She means to steal away our supper! Children, to the prisoners.”

The mother dragon was using all that was available to her this time. The rocks darkened quickly. The room was pitch black aside from the spinning embers of the broochs shield, and this was just enough for Crescent to keep her sight. The dragons all fled to the same place. A few shining scales from the mother dragon reflected light onto a colour that Crescent hadn't seen since her starting venture into the cave... purple, and it looked like fur.

As she had been told in the night guard lessons, she focused her mind on the purple, and the barely-there green, and yellow. From there she pressed onto the brooch once more, praying the colours were not mere figures of her imagination. 

The dragons seemed to know the second trick of the brooch, and Crescent knew how to use it.