Holding up the egg to the light Shira could see a rainbow of colours reflecting off its mirror-like shell. It was truly incredible to be holding such a curious, mythical object in her hand and she was overcome nearly to the point of tears. She continued to stare into the reflected colours as she moved the egg around, taking note of its surprising weight for such a small thing, and marvelled at the years it had taken her to find it.
Shira had loved animals great and small since she was just a small thing herself. Her father was the castle groundskeeper and as such often brought home injured and abandoned animals to nurture back to health and Shira had always been his little helper. She’d handfed bristling baby owls, held winged foals warm through the night to replicate their lost mother’s warmth, and bandaged up grumpy golden lake turtles more times than she could count. When school had ended attending the university to study animal science and care had seemed a natural fit and her father couldn’t have been prouder. Ten years had passed since she had begun her studies and in that time she had visited faraway lands to learn to tend to desert snakes, icy narwhals, and a host of exotic and fascinating creatures making her an expert in the field of magical beasts and leaving her with a PHD and a continued burning passion.
Here was the culmination of years of research and training. All the books said that the glass dragons had died out centuries ago, yet Shira’s research had taken her to isolated mountain villages with eerily familiar tales to those of her most treasured storybooks and sparked her curiosity. She was sure the current science was missing something, and she had found it.
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