Chapter 12
The next day, Ben rose at dawn and went out looking for the dragon. Covered with dirt and sweat after walking for two hours, he found himself at the stone where the dragon had grabbed him. The creature was nowhere to be seen.
“Dragon! Guardian!” Ben cried, but then wondered to himself: ‘You whistle to call a dog, or click your tongue to lure a cat. How are you supposed to call a dragon?’
He continued to shout himself hoarse and the creature had still not appeared. Discouraged, he slumped against the rock. It was then that he noticed the drawings scratched into the dirt. The wind had mostly obliterated them, but a few lines could still be made out.
He remembered how he had felt that day, the same bottomless rage and disappointment as when he argued with his mother and Greg. H
