The dragon finally opened her eyes.Turning,she found her servant standing by her bed, waiting. She yawned and stretched lazily."How long have I slept, Tavey?" she asked her servant, yawning again.
"A little over a hundred years, mistress," Tavey replied. "The king has called for you. He is in need of your counsel. The purple sand in his hourglass is almost gone."
"Humph," the dragon replied. "How typical of Fflergant," she said."For all his bleating about tradition he has never done anything in a timely and correct manner. Now as his days end he calls for me. I have advised all the kings of Belmair since time began, but never have I dealt with one such as this king."
"Perhaps," Tavey ventured,"it was meant to be this way, mistress. Have you not always said that everything happens for a specific reason?"
The dragon arose from her bed. Her name was Nidhug, and had she allowed herself to appear in all her glory she would have stood higher than her own castle. For ...
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