I'm waking up from a dream. I feel like I'm leaving something beautiful because it was a good dream and I have to abandon it before I am ready. Why actually? I hear some strange sound. Like breaking glass. Uneasily, I turn to my other side, but the cracking doesn't stop. Annoyed, I get out of bed and look for the source. It doesn't take me too long. My dragon egg is cracking on the workbench. That day has finally arrived!

I dance madly around the room. I am the first of the year to have a dragon hatch. No one else has been this lucky so far. I've never been first in anything in my life, until now. The sweet dream is forgotten, the reality is immediately much more beautiful.

I stop fooling around and start watching the eggs hatch. The shell cracks, falls in several places...

A baby dragon suddenly peeks out from an egg as big as a sweet melon, small pieces of shell still stuck to its body. He is as black as night and his violet eyes look at me trustingly. Soft sounds pour from the beak.

Today I became a mother in a way. As dragon riders, we dedicate our lives fully to our dragon, as mothers do to their children. "Your name will be Araken," I whispered, gently stroking his scales with my finger. “You will be the strongest dragon of all because you are the oldest. And I will become the best rider for you.”

At that moment, Araken shook off the remains of the shells and stretched his tiny limbs. It was magical.

Until the moment when he sprinted to the window sill with lightning speed and threw himself out of my window that was open for the night. We live on the eighth floor.

By ki**ing himself on the day of his birth, Araken destroyed all hope of me becoming a dragon rider. You're assigned one egg on your fifteenth birthday, and if anything happens to your dragon, you're screwed.

I left town before my parents woke up. I can't live in a town where everyone I know will witness my failure. I'm going to move somewhere else and become a drugstore saleswoman or something.

The question remains, why did the cursed beast do it, why did he ki** himself? He was alive for about a minute. Maybe he just wanted to mess with somebody. Maybe he didn't like his name. Or my face. Ingrate.

*if this is too dark, I’m sorry, I wanted to do a little plot twist*