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This was not unusual for dragons. Even other creatures would have these issues once in a while. Only those that were strong enough to hatch from the egg could be cared for. Not a single dragon would dare break the egg for another hatchling. If they did, it was the same as accepting that the hatchling helped was lesser. 

A lesser hatchling in this way would be treated as food or a slave at best. Therefore, a dragon would not allow their species to be seen as weaker like this. They would naturally allow the hatchlings to hatch as they could on their own strength. Regardless of the pain they suffered due to seeing that there were not any young dragons being born. 

Within the fire dragons, this was even worse. They had a fiery temper along with a brutal standard. The pride they held had to be the highest among many dragons. They would throw aside the weakest hatchlings from the nest because they could hold back the stronger hatchlings from getting food or growing. 

Therefore, the fire dragons would all be powerful when they got older and they would face many rogue dragons. This was just how things had been for generations at this point. But it had also led to a lower population and more fighting amongst the dragons in relationship to the fire dragons. 

The small hatchling that had been in one of the smallest eggs had managed to hatch, yet the largest and seemingly most powerful egg had not hatched. It was a strange and outlandish even that the fire dragons did not understand. Even worse, the one that hatched was the direct child of the current royal fire dragon that led their entire village. 

The added stress from the other fiore dragons that a weak hatchling had managed to become one of the only hatchlings and young fire dragons caused a lot of damage. Pride had been hurt because this little hatchling struggled to grow. Barely ate, and even had a smaller chance of gaining fire breath or control than others. That was because it was the runt!

The runt had felt this pressure even without needing to what the words and roars towards him. He understood that he didn't even have the worth to be named. A named dragon was welcomed to the village. Was a real dragon that was respected. Therefore, this little hatchling had been trampled on over and over. They were limited to what they could do. 

Leaving the village was impossible. But since there had not been another hatchling in years because of unknown issues, the little hatchling was kept. The fire dragons had to maintain their strength to be able to rival other dragon villages. Especially since their village was close to where the earth dragons were now. 

This added stress made the elder fire dragons attempt to force the little hatchling to eat more. To fight more. They even bathed him in flames to force the controlling of fire to grow faster. All torturous methods that didn't leave a single care for the hatchling's safety or mentality. 

Yet, the greatest disappointment was the hatchling's lack of anger. Of inner fire that the fire dragons prided as their true strength. The true source of flames that allowed them to charge in to the most brutal battles with vigor. They were fire dragons, they lived by flames and they showed every living creature the will of flames that they had burning in their hearts. 

When the royal fire dragon had seen that the hatchling was not born ready to fight but instead hid behind the nest, it had increased his rage. The claw that had pinned the little hatchling down was nothing that it could resist. Isnetad, the little hatchling felt that it was destined for death if it did nothing. 

The constant bombardment of the other dragons left the little hatchling in the center of the village. They had all gathered here to try their hands at teaching it anything. Instead, the pressure of all the elders and now the royal dragon were too much. The gathered flames too hot. 

"Will you always be useless? Worthless little thing, will you always lack the ability to create fire? Will you drag the fire dragon history through the dirt like a worm? You are not a member of the serpents or any other disgusting species, why do you stay here like a worm?" 

"You should grow, bathe in lava and become a real dragon!"

"You are worthless to this village, will you remain that way?"

"If you can not grow, you will be a waste. Thrown out to be lost forever." 

These shouts and growls were all directed at the little hatchling as he struggled with even standing under the pressure. Under the bombardment of flames. 

This only got worse before the royal fire dragon had reached out with a talon to give up on the little hatchling. The pressure had clearly failed to do what was needed. The royal fire dragon had discovered yet another waste of space. 

As the talon started to pinch, the little hatchling realized that it would lose everything. The chance to be able to live. To be able to eat. To be able to do anything! It was under threat of death greater than it had faced as of yet. And it felt something different. 

The hatred for its own existence. The hatred of the dragon race for making it feel this way. The hatred for weak beings. All of these emotions grew as the mind of the little hatchling gave up on its attempts to care for the others around it. How could it care for them if it was being treated this way? Why did it need worthless emotion like that? All it needed was fire and the power that came with it. 

These emotions erupted all at once in a small roar. But that roar was heard. 

Flames grew around the little hatchling. Flames that caused its baby scales to flake off and give way to new scales that had been slowly growing underneath. The wings that had been starting to grow showed themselves in a weaker state than normal since they were forced out by the inner rage growing within the little hatchling. 

The flames around it were stronger too. They appeared to be filled by more than just the mana of the fire dragon hatchling roaring over and over with all its might. It was fueled by the fire mana all around it. The little hatchling had managed to call all the fire mana surrounding it and used it as its own. 

Only the strongest of fire dragons could show such a force of will at a young age. That was why they were raised with higher attention. Why they were able to become elders or even the fire dragon royal that led them. The lord of all fire dragons. 

When the talon moved closer, the hatchling snapped out with its fangs. A single bite that could not even break the scales or talon moving toward it. Yet, the flames melded around the fangs of the little hatchling and caused a small, barely noticeable chip, in the talon of the royal fire dragon. 

"Now that is a real fire dragon!" The roar of success echoed through the mountain. The volcano even shook slightly as the flames within seemed to react slightly to the roar of the royal fire dragon. 

"You child, have found the power that you should use. Grow it now. Become a real fire dragon and become the next royal fire dragon!" the elders roared and released massive flame breaths in to the sky in celebration. The little weak hatchling had learned its lesson. It had shown that it was a true fire dragon finally. 

"Your name shall be Ignus. The next royal fire dragon taught by every elder. Taught by me. Taught by the elder of our race and the keeper of our history!" This was the title given to the smallest and weakest of the fire dragon hatchlings to have hatched in fifty years. 

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