3. Write about something being born

         I remember a sad time when my husband died. At his funeral pyre, flames emerged and something seemly impossible happened. Dragons, who have been extinct for over a hundred years, emerged. I walked through the flames, not caring about the people calling after me trying to stop me from claiming what was mine. The flames did not hurt me, like it recognized the dragon's blood running through my veins. When the fire died down, there I sat unburned and unscathed with my dragons and my newly unbreaking commitment of claiming back the Iron Throne.