The words bring relief to your ears. You stop to listen and think. The Dragon had moved deeper inside for a moment, then emerged with his mate and settled around their nest.
The female looked straight into your eyes like a spear piercing your heart. "He is good." The family nodded.
"Trent." You state clearly. It seemed fitting to give them your name as they have obviously trusted you.
"This is our newborn. Once he hatches, you will care for him, feed him, and protect him. You must prove to me that you care. Take him to The flattest mountain. Don't eat anything you don't make for now you have been given the scale. You are now carrying a small part of dragon in your blood. A new task will wait for you on the flattest one mountain.
Questions begin to leap at you from all angles. This family isn't just letting me live... they are trusting me with their unborn son. What is going on? Why are they doing this?
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