19 Echoes of the Past
Julius had fallen into a deep sleep. Memories of his youth returned to him as his dreams drifted into an old memory of himself as a young boy training with his father and friends.
“Well done, Genrou. You are learning to harness your Droragorian abilities. Maybe if you keep this up, you will be lucky enough to attract the attention of a fine young lady someday,” Argonos joked.
“Father!” Julius whined in embarrassment.
“With a face like that, he might be three hundred years old before he finds anyone that could put up with him,” Beldazon teased.
“Oh, yeah? I don’t see you getting any, Bell.”
“I’m getting more than you.”
“Oh yeah, like that bar wench you couldn’t get last night because you chickened out and decided that you were too good for her,” Julius sarcast
