It turned out the sky decided to send me a dragon… What a gift! And it, apparently, didn’t bother with packaging or all those stupid formalities. One fine morning, the dragon simply crashed into my garden…
The main rule of the club “Dragon Splinters”—nobody must know about the club “Dragon Splinters.” A magical place united us, and tarot cards predicted the future. Each of us got a dragon! But no one told us what to do with all these predictions.