Flight of the Mother Dragon

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…Mother nodded, her gaze sweeping over her brood. They were a vibrant tapestry of colors, each with a spark of their parents' formidable power already evident in their bright, intelligent eyes. The first lesson was always the most vital: the hunt. Not for sport, but for sustenance, for the survival of their kind. "Listen closely, my little flames," Mother began, her voice carrying the authority of generations. "The world is a larder, but it is also a challenge. You must learn to observe, to anticipate, to move with the grace of the wind and the stealth of the shadow. Today, we hunt the sky-runners." She led them to the edge of the high cliffs, where the swift, iridescent sky-runners, small