"Alva is right. The dragons aren't real. They are condors," Ara exclaimed. She was awakened by Monville's panic.
"What do we do now? What do we do now?" Monville jumped up and down on his chair.
Ara stood up to control Monville restless movements. He would topple the chair down if he did not stop.
Noni and Zovern went up to see what the racket was all about.
"The condors!" Noni was surprised to see them. "They should be on the island!"
"It could be an illusion," Zovern offered thoughtfully. He guided Noni to sit beside Ara.
The condors lowered quickly. Its circling flight did not slow as if someone was controlling it. Its beak started to peck the reddish gleam. The glow cracked but promptly went in shape again.
"The gem's getting smaller! The gem's getting smaller!" Monville cried a
