The Wrong Land (Gleam)

The sudden disappearing of dragons were enough to ease the minds of humans, the inhabitants of their territories ignored by most monsters. Kingdoms still owned dragons as slaves however even that grew thin as said dragons generally died from starvation, overworked, or with age. In due time, most dragons under such captivity became a thing of the past, and eventually dragons became a strong memory. And just that, in the minds of Man dragons were all but a memory. That didn't stop anyone from searching for them even if none of the giants could be found.

And though dragons were thought to have been gone from the realm it only took looking in the right place, however only the luckiest or the dumbest fool could do so by mistake. Sometimes, all it took was looking by a river. At the bank of a river was a body half submerged from the roaring river, the waves beginning to pull a human figure back into the water. Around his loosened arms were an egg, brilliantly covered in vast gemstones that grew from the shell itself. The human, dead, was pulled back into the river with mass of arrows sticking from his back.

The egg shook every so often as it sat in the moonlight, the water pushed forward and back as the waterfall in the distance, combined with the rivers outrageous noise silenced the area. Whoever the human was, they seemed to have cared the egg, enough to receive whatever punishment and die in the end for it.