The journey through a world that shuns magic is hard, particularly when you are a magical being, yourself. It is no lie that what many see in me is a simple woman trying to make a living...but if only they knew who I really was. If only I knew who I really was. I cannot explain why or how I have two forms, nor can I explain really what I am...only that I am derived from magic, and thus considered a bad thing throughout the land. But I am not bad. I have never been bad. Only a few nights ago, I was greeted by another creature like me...his scales were as dark as night, and his wings were webs of shadow...but his eyes were a beautiful opal white. It was he who told me it was time to help the dragon race survive. It was he who sent me on my way to help save us all...by hatching one of the last dragon eggs in existence. It is his belief that this single egg will start a chain reaction across the world, so that many dragons can hatch and grow and thrive...so that magic can once again be respected as what it is - the ultimate tool. I'm not sure why, but I heeded this creature's word. I felt it my duty to, though I remember not of my own past or how even I came about. I only know that there are some things I must take into my own hands...and this seems to be one of those things. So this morning, I reached into the pouch around my neck and used the platinum coins to buy what was needed, including a strong Percheron to carry me and the few items I require for my travels. Upon buying the old gelding, I decided to name him Po, and Io seemed to enjoy his presence, going as far as attaching himself to the horse's mane, holding tight to the course strands with his tiny hands and even his tail. That was hours ago. Now, the two suns are beginning to set in the west, the moon rising up in the east. If the information provided by the dragon last night is correct, I'll come upon the egg tonight when the moon is highest. Only a little farther. I don't bother making camp, as I am not tired, and Po doesn't seem to be either. Instead, we stop for a brief rest, and I pull the horse over to a stream where he can drink. Io reaches down and grabs a small handful of water, drinking from it happily as I pull out my waterskin. It is when I tilt my head back to take a drink that I see it. Only a half mile away, there is a cave, barely visible in the near complete darkness, only showing in the dim silver light of the not-quite-full moon. But it is what I see in the cave that truly catches my eye - a sparkle that seems to be for my eyes only. Instantly, I stand straight and pat the horse gently. "Stay here," I whisper to him and Io, "I'll be back shortly." In an instant, I am running towards that cave, and midstride, my body melts into that of my true form, feathered wings spreading and catching the wind instantly. It feels right...and for the first time today, I feel free. I make the half mile distance in microseconds, and as I go to enter, I pull my wings against my serpentine body to see what had caught my eye. My instincts were correct. The cavern is dimly lit with a strange silver flame, and the floor is covered with different kinds of gemstones. Briefly, I wonder why or how others haven't already found the cave, but as quickly as the thought enters, it leaves, as my eyes fall upon the beautiful, glowing egg that rests before me. Instinct tells me to stay in my dragon form...and it has yet to lead me astray. So I seat myself before the egg, spreading my wings just slightly to allow the glow to shimmer throughout the cavern. My mind rests on only one thing - the dragon that rests inside...for it will become my legacy, the key to the survival of the dragon race...but it will most importantly become my friend. Patiently, with dark eyes watching, I await my newest friend to hatch and take shape before me so that I might greet them with compassion and love. And it doesn't take long before my wish is granted.