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"A what? A Dragon? Show me!"

A small white sparrow fluttered about in Rika's face, chirping and telling her what was seen. The roar could have been proof, but there are some things in the forest that could make that sound. The sparrow tweeted and chirped before fluttering off into the foliage. Rika dashed forward and quickly scaled a tree.

With the precision and grace of an acrobat, she jumped between branches, swung on vines and slid down mossy logs to quickly navigate through the woods she so desperately guarded.

A dragon could be bad news, depending on the type and gender, the whole forest could be in danger. There were a few caves around in which large hoards of treasure might be found and Rika knew of the fierce passion in which Dragons coveted gold. She dashed quickly and silently through the woods until she reached the lake.

She stayed hidden in the darkness of the brush as she spied the Black Wyrm. Other than the Silver Dragon, she had never seen another. Great stories were woven around the Great Serpents and their potential. Cynder frightened Rika, though she was magnificent.