Gold Dragons aren’t born. They don’t mate or reproduce. In a biological sense they don’t exist. Like gryphons and chimeras and your imaginary friend (who is clearly a dragon because, hey, dragons are awesome) gold dragons are only real in the world of myth.
‘You’re awake.’ The dragon tilts her head and considers me out of one black eye. She has a face shaped like a gemstone coated in silver, with delicate nostrils and laid-back ears. ‘I should tell Dad. He wanted to know when you woke up.’
Continuing the story of the dragons of Meldin is the silver-black, the spawn of two entirely dissimilar species ...
That would be nice, I think. If I’m dragon I could defend myself. If I’m a dragon I could fly away from the people who are trying to kill me. Half my family are dragons, you’d think they could have passed on the dragon gene. Black, Gold or silver, I’m not fussy, I’d just like to be able to shape change into something big, mobile, and dangerous.
But no. I’m stuck being death-girl and it’s the rest of the family that gets to fly.
Mind you, if I was a dragon, which one would I pick? Sentient silvers, alien blacks, mythical golds or shark-like Reds?