The old Sage, the Blacksmith and his apprentice, young and untrained, busied themselves over the unhatched dragons egg. It was large, the shape of 8 men to be told, It had been moved from time to time, to care for it. It was the young girl’s charge to ensure it was well cared for. She would fire the forge, to keep it warm, she would sharpen tools across its shell, a blacksmiths secret skill.
The young miss, dirtied and a mess worked hard with a frustrated smile. As if she was a beast possessed tending its young. The mystery of a dragons egg, some were worthless, some could be saved, none knew the truth of each.
Corrupted Directive
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The Drone hung there. Above the dormant comet, its orbital cycle coming to a near end as it reached the inner orbit of Sol.
[Contacting Master Node: Report]
<Status: 96P/Machholz 1>
<Orbital: Sol ~0.8AU>
<Log: Expended Resources in 27.6 hours>
<Request Destination Survey 2020QG>
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Mira’s Day
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Mira’s Morning
“…Mira! …Mira! Are you listening to me?”
Mira pinched the fork hovering mid-stab, the scent of syrup failing to break the fog behind her eyes. She nodded slowly, the words spilling out by rote. “The teacher contacted you again.”
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