Came the day. The young dragon Brodek would have to choose his side, and become a dragon of night or a dragon of light. Both groups, natural enemies, hated each other to death, and each dragon, when his time came, had to choose one of the sides and become part of his army.

Almost all of them made up their minds when they were still young, and trained for years, before the final change. But Brodek was not sure. And he had no time left. At dawn, his wings would be covered with the blue of the night or the gold of the sun, and they would remain that way forever, and his whole being would hate the sun or the moon helplessly. It was the price of the magical and fatal gift of spitting fire.

So Brodek had gone to think in the forest, where he hoped to find an answer. But sitting there in the silence of the night, there were no answers

Just a lovely white full moon with pale silver gleams. And the wind in the leaves of the trees, softer and colder than usual, as if saying goodbye to the young dragon. And the night, a deep night full of distant stars

For nothing in the world did Brodek want to become a dragon of light to hate all that wonder, and he felt his wings slowly begin to color with the color of night.

But the night was losing strength to give way to the first light of dawn. This was one of the dragon's favorite moments, and he enjoyed the pink tones of the sky, the gentle heat of the first ray of sun on his face, the sparkles of glass and fire in the waters and the joy that aroused in the forest. the first songs of the little birds ... No, I didn't want to be a dragon of the night to hate so much beauty.