Dragon Scales
In a place where the economy rests on the sloughings of a fire-breathing reptile, little children are sent right to its jaws to keep the world turning.
Each evening, after sunset, the children were sent to the lake to collect dragon scales.
Grown-ups would be incinerated on the spot. None knew - yet - why the little ones could approach and make the precious harvest.
Night thickened. The children went home. But one little girl, enthralled by a honeyed song in her brain, stepped closer to the Lair, finally sinking into blissful sleep curled around a huge pearlescent egg.
She woke to a world cramped, sticky and dark. She tapped. The world cracked. Her snout flooded with the scent of fresh meat, conveniently draped across the shell-fragments.
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