The Beginning Part Two (A Dragon Is Born)

The human cradled the egg in her arms, wincing as it seared her pale skin.  Then it became too hot.  She dropped it.
With a gasp she tried to catch it, but it was too late.  It hit the ground and shattered.  Within the egg was a tiny dragon and a paintbrush.
Somehow, she knew what she was to do.  She took the dragon in one hand, and the paintbrush in the other.  With a swipe of the brush the dragon changed from male to female.  Another swipe and it became a dragon known as a mirror.
With careful brush strokes, color appeared on the dragon.  The human shook her head and tried again.  Colors flew across the dragon's scales, until finally....  She resembled her fire heritage.
"Hmm...."  The human sighed.  The dragon needed a name.  She needed a name that would speak greatness.  A name perfect for a leader, for that's what this dragon would become.
DarkFire.
The human breathed the name.  And everything changed.
She was pulled back, pressed against a wall.  In a house.  The egg was gone.  DarkFire was gone.  The human was alone.
She slowly slid to the floor, reaching out her hand.  Magic had been handed to her, then taken away.
Her dragon...her dream...it was gone.
After a moment of sobbing, she stood to her feet and went to her desk.  If she could not have her dragon, she would look at dragons online.
And to her surprise, she saw DarkFire on the screen.  She had been reduced to pixels, instead of the warm, living creature she had been.  But the human knew it was her dragon.  The human knew that her dragon was alive.
They were just in different dimensions.
So, the human took up responsibilities of DarkFire and all of the other dragons that came into the clan.  As the dragons whispered their stories and voices to her, she penned them.  She gave their life meaning in the human world.  With careful strokes of the pen, she composed their lives.
And though no longer in the dragon world, this human felt the flight of her heart rising.  Yes, her there was a Flight Rising.