Chapter 1
The Dragon Attacks!
Fowl groaned and shook his head. 'One more night of sleeping on the ground,' He thought, 'And my body's going to fall apart.' Sitting up, he looked around and wondered where he was. "It's official, " He said in a humored tone. "I'm completely lost."
Glancing around his surroundings, he relaxed a bit. The beautiful scene he had from the cliff he was camped on was one in a million. The huge wilderness laid out in front of him would look beautiful in a painting.
'Oh well,' He thought, relaxing and laying down, 'It isn't half bad being lost. Maybe I can relax for a while.'
Just as Fowl was going to fall asleep, a gigantic dragon rose up in front of him, shocking him out of weariness. He reached for his staff and leaped to his feet, only to realize he had picked up a piece of mostly burnt wood from his fire.
"Any port in a storm." He muttered, waving his piece of wood back and forth, hoping the dragon would fear the makeshift weapon. Just as it looked like the dragon was going to attack, a small, brown moglin head popped up behind the dragon's head.
"Hiyas! I'm Twilly!" The moglin exclaimed. "Were you gonna atwack our rwide? "
"Uhhh..." Fowl stuttered, stunned from the moglin's sudden appearance. The moglin hopped off the dragon and walked towards Fowl.
"Priestess!" The moglin called. A small women, clad in white, walked off the dragon, holding a black, ornamentally carved box carefully, as not to drop it.
"Hello Adventurer," She said to Fowl. "Please don't mind us passing through, we won't trouble you." As they disappeared into the bush, Fowl just stood there, stunned, he shook it off, and ran after the two strangers, shouting "hey, wait!"