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Lilianya opened her eyes. Darkness. Where was she? How did she get here? A low rumble vibrated her back. She spun around, then stumbled forward, digging her hands into the dirt of the cave.
A wyvern, black as the night scales, opened eyes that blazed a deep orange and brown. It was a black wyvern. They really existed.
She struggled to remember what had happened. Lilianya had followed the shadow into the cave, only to stand face-to-face with a wyvern. Then what? Had she fainted?
Lilianya scratched her head. Someone had laid her up against the wyvern. How’d she get there?
Where had it come from? She hadn’t seen the wyvern when she entered the cave. It was dark, as was the wyvern. But Lilianya couldn’t believe she had missed the giant beast. She’d been so focused on the—
“Shadow,” sh
