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The queen sat up perfectly straight in her chair, sipping tea as always. Her hair was pulled back in its neat coiffure, her dress was perfectly smoothed out and free of unsightly wrinkles. Everything about her was impeccable. When the minister came rushing in, breathless and disheveled from the force he had exerted to reach her in time, she merely quirked an elegant eyebrow slightly. "Your Majesty…I must inform you…" He paused to take a few big gulps of air and resumed delivering his report. "I must inform you that the rebels have finally risen up. The 8th Regiment has been completely annihilated." She took another dainty sip before giving

    The lustrous dragon egg had been ferried back and forth for years between the elves' cities, passed from hand to hand, each elf hoping for a chance to become great. But it seemed that none had caught the attention of the being inside the shell; it made no signs that it wished to hatch.     In Osilon, however, Hírador detected a change. He had been entrusted with the egg years ago and he had gotten used to the way it sat, immobile, in its carrying knapsack of soft cloth. He felt every movement it made—limited to how it was jostled around when he walked or rode on a horse—and it had be