Microfiction challenge #23: Dragons’ egg

Ah, not a painting this week, but a sculpture! It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
Readers can check out Jane’s original post here:

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/4205397/posts/1228042918

Years long ago, Dragons were not the feared creatures of legend but magical beings which held the secret of Eternal Life.
In Man’s greed for this power, dragons were slaughtered for their skins or various body parts, so it was no wonder they became the fiery predators they are best remembered for.

One day, a man found a dragon’s egg hidden in undergrowth close to his village. The dragons had always been his friends, and he believed they had left this precious gift in the hope that maybe he could find a way to save them and their baby.
In eight short months, he learned that there were now only two dragons left, and it was only a matter of time before they too fell beneath the sword of the hunters.

One night as he worked by candlelight, a shadow fell across his window, and he looked up to see a lone male watching him, but he was unafraid.
This once beautiful and graceful serpent of the sky was bloodied, scarred and exhausted after trying to protect his mate. So near death himself, he had sensed this moment and sought this man out. Now, he could die knowing the Dragon power of Eternal Life would live on.

The statue of the Last Two Dragons stood the test of time over the centuries.
The egg had never hatched, so the sculptor had plated it with the same metal he’d used to craft the adults, joining their handlike talons together around it.
The Three would indeed live for Eternity.

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