None of this had been part of the plan.
From the very start of the day, things had already gone wrong.
It should've been obvious when the smiley face he'd drawn using ketchup ended up with three eyes, all because of a frustrating breakfast incident involving a squeeze bottle that just wouldn't cooperate.
That alone should've been a sign.
Because ever since then, nothing had gone the way it was supposed to for the youngsters of the dragon estate.
Forget about the problem with the Chancellor since that one seemed to have been problematic from the very beginning. But to run into even more trouble when they hadn't even been awake for that long?
That was just ridiculous.
Originally, they had something completely different planned.
A Harvest Festival competition.
Orien, the great dragonling that he was, had finally managed to grow golden crops.
Actual golden crops.
