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Jonas does not hesitate and goes in search of his father to warn him about the unusual roar.
He dresses hurriedly and runs out of his room at full speed and as soon as he reaches the corridor he meets Olnin who is only wearing a robe and carries a sword, who tells him very alarmed "Jonas ... son, that roar has woken you up truth"
"Yeah ... do you have any idea what it could have been?"
"Maybe yes ... but it seems absurd and impossible"
Jonas asks him without suspicion "But what do you think? Tell me at once that you have me very intrigued"
"I've never actually seen any ... I've only heard of them in legends and children's tales."
The son complains even more uneasy "But don't dwell on the matter any more and tell me at once what you think it is!"
The father puts his hand on his head thinking that his son may make fun of him and says sadly "A son dragon ... an ice dragon. I got that idea because today I saw a very strange piece of ice that looked as if it had been spit out and adding to that roar, nothing else comes to mind that could be a dragon "
Jonas is thoughtful for a moment and responds "It really seems impossible but it makes sense. Now that I remember a few days ago I saw some very strange footprints near the lake ... that the truth was they were huge. But it is better not draw conclusions ahead of time and go check what it is "
The boy goes straight to the kitchen and takes his ax, which he always leaves by the front door.
Both leave the house with extreme caution and looking in all directions in search of something out of the ordinary on a very cold night typical of the mountainous regions and as far north as this and a light breeze that makes them shiver imperceptibly.
There is a medium visibility because despite having the moon from time to time the clouds of the approaching winter cover it.
After a couple of minutes and not seeing anything, the father regains his calm and says:
"Whatever it was ... it's already gone. I don't see anything out of the ordinary and you ..........."
Immediately the same roar is heard again, but much louder, causing both of them to panic and crouch as an involuntary reflex.
The boy, after having located the one where the noise came from, mentions at the same time that he indicates with his weapon and begins to run in that direction.
"Over there ... let's go! It came from the other side of town ... along the road that leads to the city"
Olnin follows his son and comments after him, already imagining what is in said place "Let's hurry, that's where Karl's house is and his barn with his cows! That's what there must be attracted to that thing "
Jonas supports his father just as concerned "You're right ... plus old Karl's life is in danger if that's it"
They run with all their being to Karl's house and on the way they come across more villagers who are also armed with hoes, scythes, other work tools that they can use as weapons and the occasional bow or sword.
The other locals follow after asking about the direction from which that unusual roar was coming, thus forming a small crowd of about twenty men.
As soon as they arrive on the scene, they find another group of villagers fighting a dragon with scales that appear as if they were made of ice, being blue like the sea at the base but almost translucent at the ends. curved back and almost white as mountain peaks that give continuity to a row of crest-shaped scales that runs all the way down its back to the end of its tail culminating in something like a spiked mace.
It has a pair of wings very similar to those of an eagle and blue eyes so intense that there is no sapphire that matches it, wrapped in a mist that comes out of its body which spits out an icy breath that immediately freezes the entire person. who directs it.
The group that comes to aid cannot help but remain paralyzed for a moment to see that mythical and terrifying being.
But Olnin reacts with a battle cry encouraging the others as he heads towards the beast followed by them:
"What are you waiting for!? ... Get him, let's go!"
to later head against the beast performing a war turn.
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