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The Story:
A cold breeze swept across the lake, slicing through her, effortlessly. She was too small and frail to present a challenge to anything like the wind, which made her an easy target to everyone she met. Scarred inside and out from her many lost confrontations, she preferred the peace of solitude.
But the lake was always different than anywhere or anyone else in her life. The lake didn’t try to take advantage of her. It welcomed her as a friend, if only for a short time. Pretty soon, the sun would rest from coloring the water, and she would have to travel back to her village of villains, but while she was here, she wasn’t afraid.
She stood on the lake’s only dock, soaking in her last few minutes. As the sun was doing its final dance over the western treetops, a large patch of the lake began bubbling in front of her. The water bulged upward, and a scaly body rose from it, followed by a head that was attached to a long neck. She froze with fear, hoping her stillness would be enough to shield her from the creature’s sight.
The creature stretched its neck, but then, it lowered its massive head to within inches of her and stared right into her eyes.
“Greetings. My name is Maknis Ufarlay. You can call me Muf.”
Experience had taught her that anything larger than her was a threat and could not be trusted. So, she chose to stay silent.
“Very well. If you won’t speak, I will. I have felt your heart during my slumber in the depths of this lake. Never has a soul felt so determined yet so helpless. I have awakened to help you, fragile one.”
She was still skittish of him, but the idea of a protector was her deepest longing come true.
“I am Valley.”
“Nice to meet you, my fragile one.”
“So, you’re just going to follow me around the rest of my life?”
“For awhile, but I will be training you so that you will someday no longer need me.”
She smiled and held out her hand. Muf placed his nose against her hand, and she could feel their connection. It couldn’t be explained, but she knew it was there.
“Let’s get started, Muf.”
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