**Luna Lawson**
I cried my eyes out, feeling the heat of flames and smoke, and I knew the dragons were fighting outside.
I would have been happier knowing the dragons were now fighting each other because of me, the royal dragon household was on fire, but I was sadder.
I cried and slowly sobbed in the room, knowing that sooner or later a little baby dragon would soon creep out from me.
"No!" I cried, standing up from the bed, but my center seemed torn from the huge rod that had scattered my cave.
I couldn't walk, so I fell to the bedside, hitting my head on his bed and the drawer made of iron.
They were wealthy, but all of that didn’t matter to me.
I cannot birth a dragon. No!
I cried, unable to even stand up from the floor, staring at the bed and seeing bloodstains.
I was gradual
