Three! A triune god, and she gave birth to three children! I look at the trio of little dragon chicks destroying the playroom, and I can’t believe my eyes. The oldest is an exact copy of me in miniature. The middle one is just like my father, like two drops of water. And the youngest daughter is surprisingly similar to Arina, who ran away from me five years ago. It’s very hard to doubt who the parents of these dragon chicks are. Poor nanny tries to calm them down, but it doesn’t work.
“Be quiet!” I shout at the top of my lungs—and the chaos stops instantly. The three freeze, staring at me in surprise.
Well then, let’s meet, triplets. The first part of the dilogy: