A bellowing shriek arrests me in the middle of my trek.
A gloomy smile splits my face.
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The sun creeps up in vibrant shades of pink and orange. Ona descends. Before I can register our bearings, he lands. My body whips forward. I lose my footing and tumble, landing on the ground in a heap of bushes. Ona nuzzles me. Warm slime covers my forehead. Black breath curls my toes. Gagging, I wipe insidious dragon saliva off of me. Fearing another accidental bout of drool, I spring to my feet and face the Head Dragon.
“I did as you asked, human. We are in Trana. Get what you need.”
It was easy to convince the dragons that the younglings were infected by the stone disease. No problems there. The harder part was convincing them that I knew of a cure, but I’d need resources on Trana to make i
