The Egg of the Fallen Sun · Dragon Village

Nov 7 (edited) • Nursery

The Egg of the Fallen Sun

The climb had been treacherous, the path little more than crumbling stone clinging to the cliff’s edge, but curiosity pulled me higher. By the time I reached the mouth of the cave, the air was thin and laced with the scent of old rain and dust. Inside, I found remnants of carved pillars and worn glyphs—ruins, hidden where no one should have built. At the chamber’s heart, amid shattered relics and bones turned to powder, rested an egg the size of my pack. Its surface shimmered like molten bronze, faintly humming, as if it recognized me. The sound resonated in my chest—ancient, alive—and I knew I hadn’t just found a ruin. I’d awakened it.

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