The young dragon observed the start of their first hoard.

A few silver and copper pieces. No gold or gems yet. There was a very pretty marble though, and they kept that on a chain, closest to their heart.

They remembered the little girl who gave it to them in exchange for a fly around her castle. The dragon wondered whatever became of her. Probably a grandmother by now; humans grew so fast.

It sighed and went back to work delivering fire.

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