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The Dragon turned and peered into the darkness. It had been startled by something it had heard, a faint noise thinly veiled coming from the hollow of the tunnel. Achil had just landed on the other side of the river with a clatter. The Dragon knew the mountain often shuddered, and that such echoes were common place, it was probably nothing more than rocks falling. So it moved off at great speed, the sooner it was rid of the intruders the better. There was a sharp bend up ahead that led onto a large chamber. As the Dragon entered in, its movement automatically slowed, it walked over to the wall, its stomach resting on the ground, its head cocked to one side as if listening, it could feel the vibration of human hearts, on the other side. The chamber the Dragon was in had been carved into the mountain by the men that had held it captive. A dreadful memory reborn, the unconceivable dread it felt lived once more. These men were there to kill or worse enslave it. But it was he who would do the killing, and after he would descend upon all his enemies, and lay waist to every kingdom of man from Ruin Mountain to the Haven Mountain range. No one would ever come to threaten him again.