As was the tradition, the time came for him to choose his name. Should he choose a fearsome one so men would speak it in whispers around fires in the night? Maybe a melodic one so children would sing of him?Or perhaps a gentle one so wise women would seek his counsel?
“How could a dragon be expected to make such a decision?” he agonized, “After all, I’ve only just turned 300, three centuries is not nearly enough time to fully know oneself!”
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