PARTICULAR, FOR YOU ARE YOUNG AND VULNERABLE, AND THE FATE OF ALL DEPENDS UPON YOU AND HIM.”
With that, the crow again took wing, flying rapidly towards the deep forest beyond what had been destroyed, towards the gate to Narma. As they all watched, a gray, translucent, dragon shape briefly appeared, lifted its head to the skies and roared, causing a sound like a dozen tornadoes to echo among the clouds. The dragon vanished.
So ended the first Earthly battles against the Black Horde.
That night, George thought about his part in everything. He was still scared, but had no more doubts about what he must do. He would go after the Witch that killed his parents. When he finely slept he again dreamed of being the White Dragon.
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