(miniflash story)

Under the gloom of the mountains, a small village was hidden where dragons once lived. Only one girl, young Lana, knew about it – from her old grandmother, who always called her the “dragon child.”

One night, Lana heard a mysterious whisper coming from behind a mountain, and she set out, clutching a tiny piece of crystal to her heart, her grandmother’s legacy.

As Lana crossed the valley, an abandoned altar appeared before her. The girl, filled with anxiety and hope, placed the crystal on the stone. Suddenly, everything shone: fiery silhouettes of dragons cut through the dark sky. The stars danced with them, forming a shining hoop around the mountain.

One of the dragons, majestic and wise, leaned down to Lana and whispered:

“We have been waiting for you, descendant of fire. Keep our fire in your heart and remember that magic always lives in the silence of the world.”

From that night on, Lana became the protector of the village, and the dragon’s magic awakened the light in her eyes every time darkness approached.