Chapter 11
ThadoraIn a cave in the Mountains of Doom, far from any known tracks, a young girl sat looking at the enormous bulk of a huge blue dragon. She shivered, but not with cold. The cave was, in fact, quite warm. She had slept fitfully during the night, dreaming terrifying dreams involving dragons and carrion crawlers, orcs and hobgoblins.
How long had this dragon given her friends to find and return the eggs? How long had passed anyway? She realised the allotted time had not yet passed, or she would be dead. Or had the dragon–Jerriash was she called?–decided to keep her alive so she would be fresh meat when the young hatched? She shivered at the thought.
'Awake are you?' boomed Jerriash. She uncoiled herself from around the remaining four eggs, took hold of the girl's shirt in he
