“Trent! Trent where are you! Help!” The cry echoes through the forest but you have a problem of your own, the dragon pup is still nuzzling you. You back up, hoping it doesn't know what you were there for.
The cries from your captain continue. They must be being slaughtered without the defensive magic. Part of you hopes that the men knew what they had been ordered to do. It would alleviate some of the guilt for leaving them behind. But as the screams continue to echo out of that cave, the bottom of your stomach seemed to have vanished. “What have I done” you think.
The dragon is still following you as you edge away. You decide to reach forward and as your hand touches it's muzzle you think “Mummy” A moment later you realize that it wasn't you who thought that. “Mummy, hungry” the thought floats to the fore of your head seemingly of it's own volition. “Mumm-” The thought stops when you jerk your hand away from the dragon. Some of the orange goo that covered the dragon comes away with your hand and you realize that it must be yolk like from a chickens egg. Except there was enough to cover this dragon the size of a small cat. The dragon moved forward again, it's sleek head curling around your hand to lick at the yolk. Despite yourself you giggle as the small tongue trails up and down your hand, “Food, good, thank mummy” This time you do not pull away, the young dragons simplistic thoughts are distracting you from your own guilt at leaving the soldiers. After it has licked your hand clean you sit down, stroking it as it's thought wash over you, providing release from your own haunting ones. As you stroke it you see that besides orange, the dragon is also...
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