Little Mathilda was struggling with her new body. She had been checking herself out against the mirror when the ship shook, and in a rare moment of clumsiness, knocked her head on the mirror's frame, causing a bump to appear on her forehead. Rubbing her injury, she saw stars in her eyes, but quickly steadied herself, her curiosity piqued.
"Why did the ship shake?" Little Mathilda asked a nearby servant.
"A dragon..." the servant replied, his voice filled with admiration.
Mathilda's eyes lit up. A dragon? Could this be the pet that Tyler always mentioned? She recalled how he always bragged about having a little, cute dragon sealed in his right arm, saying it was in a deep slumber. But if it was waking up now, this could be her chance to finally meet it.
With excitement bubbling inside her, Mathilda hurried outside. As she stepped onto the deck, her breath caught in her throat.
There, towering before her, was a massive dragon.
