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    Hells Bells muttered Arona to herself , this had better not be some sort of a test that dragon is putting me through

    As she stepped forward into the darkness of the chosen path, she had a sudden sense she was walking off the edge of a cliff.

    Arona had been practising quietness for a long time. The journey had been lonely at times and offered her many opportunities to practise her skills. There were so many parts of her wanting to have a say, discuss, analyse her every move, so that she would become paralysed and unable to move at all. In desperation almost she had learned to still the voices and find that part of herself she most believed herself to be. The part which believed in the existence of magic.

    Well done, and shall you fly?

    Arona hesitated. It was that voice again. She was not sure if this new voice came from her own thoughts, but she felt not.

    Great, she thought, perfect time to finally lose it. Stuck in a dark cave with a troublesome dragon.

    Shrugging her shoulders she went still inside and moved her body forward.

    Leormn (with two little dots above the “o”) felt deeply humbled when he saw the extraordinary bravery of Arona.

    It was hard for the proud dragon to consider, but he did wonder if sometimes he went too far with his joking. After all for him the cave was a playground, clay he could mould at will, or at a whim. Perhaps one could even call it a work of art, he thought proudly.

    But he did realise that for the girl, who was newer to the ways of magic (although showed the most tremendous potential he grudgingly had to admit), he realised it represented something far deeper, a dual potential, the hope of light, but also the possibility of the deepest darkness.

    For a moment he even considered revealing his whereabouts.

    She is fine , Malvina answered his thoughts, she loves the challenge. It is what drew her here.

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      For a moment Arona panicked, then she stood completely still while the strange flying creatures settled back down, and tried to think.

      She knew what she had to do, she had to sense which tunnel felt the lightest and then follow that. A perfect test for her intuitive abilities she had been learning to follow.

      Look where they have got you so far, whispered a little voice in her head … or she thought it was from her own head … or was it ?…. everything felt so strange all of a sudden.

      So she looked at each tunnel in turn, and even looked back the way she had come (but to be honest, she loved an adventure and did not really want to turn back) and she felt the left tunnel beckoning her.

      Huh let us hope it is the one leading furtherest away from that dragon, she thought grumpily

      You don’t mean that came the little voice again.

      No, thought Arona, I don’t mean that really, even his silly dragon face would be better than this aloneness.

      She moved quietly forward, not wishing to disturb any more flying things, and entered the tunnel.

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      Arona was quiet for a long time. The thing was she was not thinking about the riddle.

      You know Dragon, she said eventually, I may not look very bright but I am not so stupid I can’t answer your foolish riddle. The truth is though that I don’t want to listen to the music if I am so unwelcome that I have to answer silly questions.

      I have been wandering for quite a long time now, since I left the village I was born. I heard the music and I had a feeling of home I had long since forgotten. I thought there may be friendly folk here who would be pleased to welcome me. And I would have been pleased to get to know you too.

      Anyway I bid you farewell and wish you all the best.

      and Arona turned to leave.

      The dragon was kind hearted really, and was sorry to see the girl go, and to see the tear which fell on her cheek.

      Wait! Leormn called to her if you are sure you know the answer I will take your word for it. After all it was rather an easy riddle, so you see I did want to welcome you really. Come inside, you will be welcome, for I see your heart is true

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      Illi disliked water so much, that she had barely moved since the last sudden rain, as if frozen and electrified by each of the tiny drops that touched her fur. That was not unusual, for she was a gripshawk, a race of strong-willed warriors from the Deserts of the Far South, but more accustomed to the droughts and sands than to unexpected rains.

      She mostly looked like a human, but with very feline features, and a soft spotted fur on her supple body. Her two pointed ears had been very early drawn to the music, but that rain had caught her by surprise. How foolish of her to have followed that faint track so far from her hometown…

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      Leörmn was quite amused by his role as a door-keeper.

      He was by no means an impressive dragon in size, but he could project upon people and creatures an appearance of a great terrific dragon. For those like that young adventuress, who he could see was pure of heart, he did not create too frightening an image. But after all, he took his role much to heart, and decided he would play a bit with her.

      The few humans to whom he had revealed his true form were most of the time a bit surprised at first by what a funny little endearing dragon he was, and even more surprised when they knew he was laying such big eggs.

      He was not really a “he” either, nor a “she”, and as most of the dragons of his race, would not choose a gender, and would travel alone, or with a human companion, until he would find a place comfortable enough were he could start a rookery of his own progeny.

      As far as the size of the eggs was concerned, they were at first only the size of big pearls, opalescent and iridescent, and upon the course of many moons they slowly grew in size, taking solidity in the form of that much sought gilded shell.

      Buckberry had been the first one to hatch. His colour was a pretty shade of indogo (the same colour of the blue flamingos that lived in the Eastern Lagunas) and he was a very strong-headed one he could tell. Very funny too. This little one would have a hard time choosing a human companion worthy of him…

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