Chapter four
Tiamat looked up at the glittering stars, Sayna standing beside her. The night was warm with a gentle breeze that tugged at the girl's hair.
"So it's true," Tiamat whispered. Sayna blinked.
"What's true?" The auburn dragon smiled.
"It *will* happen. Sayna, look at the stars. What do you notice?" Sayna stared for a moment, and smiled.
"They're brighter!"
"Exactly. This means something important is going to happen, Sayna," she said, excitedly. "And when it happens, I will not be the last dragon!" Sayna's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?" The dragon grinned.
"The spirits are forming a new dragon. He will come down here and live..." she sighed. "With him, they won't need *me*. Sayna, I want you to do something for me." The girl looked up at her friend.
"Yes? Tell me!" Tiamat leaned forwards, wisdom in her eyes.
"I will tell you, but you must listen carefully."
Bowen was in bed when he heard the flapping of a dragon outside. He threw off his bedcovers, Kara mumbling in her sleep and turning over as he threw on a cloak.
"Mmph, Bowen, if this is another sudden midnight walk, then count me out..." she was murmuring, but the words fell on deaf ears. Bowen had already dashed out of the room. He ran through the throne room to the main court, and stopped in his tracks. Tiamat and Sayna stood there, a smile on their faces."We decided that we'd return," said Sayna, quietly. Bowen gave them a deep bow, and a winning smile.
"I'm glad that you did. It's been too many years without a dragon nearby." Tiamat cocked her head.
"And what about Draco? He still lives..." Bowen his head to the young dragon.
"What?!?" Bowen managed to say, chokingly. Tiamat leaned fowards.
"Bowen, look up." He turned his head to the stars, wondering whether he'd see Draco circling in the sky or not. But he saw the constellation, and blinked.
"Yes, the constellation...and?" Tiamat laughed.
"Don't you see the changes, King? Look *closer*." He squinted, and noticed that the stars were brighter. "Don't you see? Bowen, I will not be the last." Bowen frowned.
"Explain." Sayna stroked the scales of her friend, and looked up at Bowen.
"A few years from now, my King, a new dragon will be born, a gift from Draco to you. An egg will be bourn down to this planet by the spirits of the Greats." Bowen's jaw dropped.
"Another...another dragon? But...how?" Tiamat put a claw to his lips.
"Hush, Bowen. This night is magical; words have more meaning and consequences than you think. Yes, another. But you will take this dragon, and keep him safe. You will entrust him into the good monastary that Brother Gilbert built. Listen closely, Bowen, and I will tell tales of the future."
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Bowen listened in silence to what Tiamat had forsawn, and what she knew. When she finally finished, he whispered, "And what will happen to you, beautiful one?" Tiamat and Sayna exchanged glances.
"When the time comes, Bowen, you shall know. Now ready yourself...this dragon must not fall into the wrong hands."
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Tiamat looked up at the glittering stars, Sayna standing beside her. The night was warm with a gentle breeze that tugged at the girl's hair.
"So it's true," Tiamat whispered. Sayna blinked.
"What's true?" The auburn dragon smiled.
"It *will* happen. Sayna, look at the stars. What do you notice?" Sayna stared for a moment, and smiled.
"They're brighter!"
"Exactly. This means something important is going to happen, Sayna," she said, excitedly. "And when it happens, I will not be the last dragon!" Sayna's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?" The dragon grinned.
"The spirits are forming a new dragon. He will come down here and live..." she sighed. "With him, they won't need *me*. Sayna, I want you to do something for me." The girl looked up at her friend.
"Yes? Tell me!" Tiamat leaned forwards, wisdom in her eyes.
"I will tell you, but you must listen carefully."
Bowen was in bed when he heard the flapping of a dragon outside. He threw off his bedcovers, Kara mumbling in her sleep and turning over as he threw on a cloak.
"Mmph, Bowen, if this is another sudden midnight walk, then count me out..." she was murmuring, but the words fell on deaf ears. Bowen had already dashed out of the room. He ran through the throne room to the main court, and stopped in his tracks. Tiamat and Sayna stood there, a smile on their faces."We decided that we'd return," said Sayna, quietly. Bowen gave them a deep bow, and a winning smile.
"I'm glad that you did. It's been too many years without a dragon nearby." Tiamat cocked her head.
"And what about Draco? He still lives..." Bowen his head to the young dragon.
"What?!?" Bowen managed to say, chokingly. Tiamat leaned fowards.
"Bowen, look up." He turned his head to the stars, wondering whether he'd see Draco circling in the sky or not. But he saw the constellation, and blinked.
"Yes, the constellation...and?" Tiamat laughed.
"Don't you see the changes, King? Look *closer*." He squinted, and noticed that the stars were brighter. "Don't you see? Bowen, I will not be the last." Bowen frowned.
"Explain." Sayna stroked the scales of her friend, and looked up at Bowen.
"A few years from now, my King, a new dragon will be born, a gift from Draco to you. An egg will be bourn down to this planet by the spirits of the Greats." Bowen's jaw dropped.
"Another...another dragon? But...how?" Tiamat put a claw to his lips.
"Hush, Bowen. This night is magical; words have more meaning and consequences than you think. Yes, another. But you will take this dragon, and keep him safe. You will entrust him into the good monastary that Brother Gilbert built. Listen closely, Bowen, and I will tell tales of the future."
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Bowen listened in silence to what Tiamat had forsawn, and what she knew. When she finally finished, he whispered, "And what will happen to you, beautiful one?" Tiamat and Sayna exchanged glances.
"When the time comes, Bowen, you shall know. Now ready yourself...this dragon must not fall into the wrong hands."
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