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Ellie paled. “Is that …?”
I gasped. “It can’t be.”
Artan pulled out his sword from the scabbard at his waist. “It’s a dragon.”
The huge creature exited the cave, each step shaking the ground and bringing down little rocks from the hill. Its scaly brown-gray skin looked thick and slimy. His legs were the size of the trees around us. Its paws … that was where the footprints the enclave were from. This dragon had been raiding the enclave.
The dragon halted and lowered his head a little. Its brown and yellow snake-like eyes blinked once, twice, then he opened his huge mouth, revealing too many rows of sharp fangs, and let out a hair-raising roar.
My stomach dropped as we scooted back.
“This is worse than the wyverns,” Ellie said, her voice trembling. She was right. This dragon was pr
