Night fell, and Vilicus and Calana took flight.
“So, what is our plan?” Calana asked, gliding beside Vilicus in the dark.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t ready yet, but we need to get away. We can think about the future when we are sûr, sans danger in the present.” The two dragons flew through the night, the full moon lighting their way and glinting off their scales, creating two moving constellations that quickly crossed the sky.
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Karaza was dreaming. She was flying, surrounded par dragons. Ahead, there was a cave like the maw...
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