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The Story:
The sun is about to nestle in behind the horizon. I will wait beside the pond until it does. Traveling day and night, I barely made it here in time to commune with him. I don’t know if I’ll live to wait another 12 years to come again.
The little pond and the tree work in tandem, I suspect. The pond looks as though it is kept filled by the weeping of the tree hanging over it, which gets its tears from the pond’s water. A cycle of empathy resulting from the conversations that occur here. Mine will be no different.
The sun’s last ray has exited the sky, and stars are beginning to fade into view. As I stare at a reflection of the moon and stars on the pond’s surface, a blue mist begins to form in the center. Without a sound it swirls around itself and grows, until it forms a translucent blue dragon. It growls at me and speaks in a deep voice.
“I’m not allowed to kill tonight. Who do you seek?”
The dragon guardian is more menacing than I had ever expected. I grip the hilt of my sword, even though it can offer no protection here.
“I wish to speak with my father, Merrin Talopy, the servant.”
“Ah, you must be Gale Talopy, the free sorcerer,” the dragon says as he puts his face inches from mine.
“How I’d love to eat you.”
He studies me with his teeth bared in a mocking smile.
“Tell me, how is abandoning a guild affiliation working out for you? Feeling a little hunted, lately?”
He chuckles at his own mockery. I’m not amused.
“I came to talk to my father, not a mindless beast.”
“Beast!”
The dragon begins screaming and snapping its teeth at me, but I remain as still as a statue.
“Beast! Beast! If it wasn’t Communion Night, I swear I would…”
“But it is! Now, where is my father?”
He calms down and returns to the center of the pond.
“I don’t have him.”
“You lie!”
“No! I destroy! I decimate magical traitors like you, but I don’t lie!”
His voice is so loud, I wonder if the whole world can hear his wrath.
“He died when I was young. Where is he?”
“All the dead are here, Gale the Free. Your father is not among them.”
The dragon fades away, and I’m left with the stars.
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