I tried to break it.
I cannot say I gave up,
but I was so weak.
I felt the Mind in my own,
the right Mind.
That's what kept me going.
Maybe I knew I was different,
but dragons are good
at keeping secrets.
Much better than riders.
Jaxom was mine!
I would have him.
My mind cried out to Ramoth,
my mother,
but she did not answer.
I tried on my own.
The Mind saw my struggles,
he helped me
against the will of his kind.
Why?
Because it was Meant.
We were we from the start.
Nothing could change that.
They said I would die,
but that would hurt Jaxom;
I couldn't.
I had to try.
The shell broke;
light flooded my eyes,
blinking, I looked up
and KNEW.
He was mine.
Only mine.
Always mine.
And I was his;
We were we.