Feeling a surge of both exhilaration and anxiety, Ivalyn approached the egg cautiously, her steps slow and measured. She extended her hand, fingers trembling with a mixture of anticipation and reverence, as if drawn by an invisible force. Her memories told her that it was Cecilia's destiny to become the one to awaken the dragon. Yet hope still filled her heart, hope that knowing the future she can change it. Did she not already do that in helping the prince? What if something else could change? What if it was her time to become the heroine of the story?
The room seemed to hold its breath as Ivalyn's fingertips grazed the surface of the egg, her touch gentle yet filled with intention. The coldness of the egg surprised her, filling her hand with a chilling sensation melting the hotness of the fire.
