The humans are still closing in. I take one last look at mummy and fly up, I fly up high, beyond the trees and the fire. But I realise something is wrong.
I feel heavier, like my wings cannot hold my weight. I look behind me. I almost cry. There is a jagged hole in the upper part on my left wing. Slowly I am descending. Down and down.
I crash to the ground. My legs take charge. I have to run. The elder dragons are stomping their feet. A few vunerable one lie still in the mud and leaves. An egg falls from a tree.
It lands in a patch of moss, uncracked. I scoop it up, gently blowing steam through my nostrils to warm it. I need to move. But where, and now, I have an egg to care for...