Virus || Malik's Dragon's Story

"How the fuck do you mix up dragon eggs with chicken eggs? Seriously, somebody tell me how the hell that happened. There's got to be some difference between them and normal chicken eggs; I'm sure of it."

Marilla stared at the tiny little dragons, shocked. Dragons couldn't be real, though, obviously they were. They were real an tiny and crawling on her friend's kitchen floor because someone had tried to make omelettes out of them. In their defense, they'd thought they were chicken eggs, but still. This was awesome though. Seriously awesome. They were tiny adorable dragons. And- wait a moment. Fuck omelettes. They could have real live dragons. They could actually raise these little guys and take care of them and it'd be awesome.

"Wait! I think we've got one chicken," She pointed out, looking down at the tiny thing that had begun crawling over to her. "It's blue though..."

She reached down, lifting it up and holding in her hands gently, like one would with a cat or dog. She held it eye level, studying the little creature, but perhaps that wasn't the best decision as it decided to nip her hand gently. It wasn't painful as it seemed like the thing didn't have any teeth yet, but it was startling.

"False alarm. It's just a very feathered dragon. It's so cute! And tiny. Man, these dragons really are small. Anyone here know anything about real dragons? My knowledge is limited to fantasy novels and I don't think that's very helpful because I didn't even have a clue that these guys could have feathers."

"Well, that's not an omelette."

That incredibly eloquent and intelligent sentence had come out of Roi's mouth only a few hours prior. She was still thinking that she probably could have said something slightly more intelligent, but honestly, she was a bit preoccupied to be thinking about her dumb outburst. She had a little dragon hatchling who was definitely not an omelette, and seemed quite a bit offended to be even considered as one. Roi had tried to hold the cute little white hatchling, but was immediately discouraged when the dragon bit her finger. She wasn't alone- everyone else who tried to pick up or cuddle their dragons met the same fate. Luckily, the hatchling didn't seem to have deadly fangs or anything yet.

After Roi got over her bitten finger and wounded pride and gathered the courage to accept the little white dragon who seemed to be following her around like a bird to its mother, she looked around at her friends.

After her dragon's egg had been cracked and nearly fried, the other hatchlings started to break their shells open. A little blue feathered dragon started crawling over to Rilla, and Roi smiled when she mistook the dragon for a chicken. Taking a good look at her white dragon, who was standing on its hind legs like a meerkat, Roi tried to figure out whether her hatchling was a boy or a girl.

Unsure of how to proceed, Roi just tried to remember what she knew about dragons from all of the fantasy she'd ever read, all the art she'd ever seen, and all the myths she'd heard- but none of them mentioned how to raise a dragon. What did they eat? How did they interact with others? There was so much she didn't know, but Roi at least knew she had to make the best of it.