Saltwing
fantasy◐ TeenThe culling-pens stink of salt and rust. In the smallest pool, a sea-dragon hatchling shivers behind the bars, no bigger than Nerai herself. Its wings are dull gray, and one fin is notched from birth. The breed-masters have chalked a white cross on its side: runt, unfit, to be drowned at dawn. Nerai grips the cold bars. She has until sunrise.
Nerai stays at the bars and tries something strange. She hums the low keeper's song her mother used to sing to calm the dragons. The hatchling goes still, then presses its notched fin against the cold iron, right where her hand rests.
What happens next?
2 ways forwardThe bond is real, and Nerai knows it now. She runs for the keeper's hut, fills a bucket with fish, and comes back. All night she feeds the hatchling through the bars and sings, keeping it calm and strong for whatever dawn brings.