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Wyrmill gingerly places the tome in his apprentice's hands. "I'd rather you hold tight to it. Better to not forget the spells at all. you can trust that I have a few in my head as well. now let us enter." He pushed the doors open to the grand dining hall. Servants were bustling back an forth...

"The simple solution? We don't eat. We go in, and the moment the queen and prince arrive, we strike. It will be dangerous, but we can do anything. This is what we've trained for. I believe in you." Meanwhile, the young prince flees from his room. He soars down the hall. The patter of his feet...

Wyrmill held her close and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. As he heard what she had to say, I fire built up in his veins, hotter than a dragon's flames. The fire of rage burned behind his eyes. His face twisted into a scowl. "Well, Mirakir, we have two options. For the first, we dry...

Wyrmill stood stoically before the door to the dragon's dining hall. He patted down his pockets, taking inventory of all he had brought for this dinner: A knife, charmed to pierce through a dragon's hide. A pouch of salt, blessed by the local priest, known to harm and ward off faerie folk...

"I'm deathly serious, though that spell shouldn't kill you. It will hurt, and very much so, if you let this secret get out. So be very careful." Oriqwen shook his own head. "This is only way I could be friends with a dragon killer, isn't it? I would love to be your friend, but..." The prince's...

This was a major gamble for the prince. It was his last moment to back out. He could take back his charm and keep his secret. Two thought pushed him forward: either he could have fun with this human girl, or he could truly have a friend. He drew close, his lips only an inch away from Mirakir's...

"I ask because I don't have a lot of experience making friends. The two I have are basically ordered to be my friends. I'm glad to have them, but I find it difficult to open up to them." Oriqwen's tone grew somber. "And if you're looking for anything more, I wish you luck. Kings have come to...

"Well, to be honest, you were do beautiful, I thought you had to be royalty. I was worried your naster has stolen a princess from her castle and taught her forbidden magic. Of course, stealing princesses is what a dragom does in fairy tales. A dragon would ne unwise to steal away a dragon...

Ryu spoke into his wrist, "The Botanical Gardens. It feels like I'm in more of a museum than a garden though. How are you doung over there? Need any food, water, or medicine? There might be something worth borrowing from here." He took a passing glance at the informative panels before...

"Well, then you are never going to kill me. Dragons don't exist, so I can't be one," Oriqwen lied boldly, and then teased, "but even if I was, I wouldn't tell you. Both of our caretakers must be paranoid. I'm sorry to tell you, but your teacher may be a stark raving lunatic with a magic book."...

"All right, robot, I get it. I'm moving." Ryu turned away from the nagging robot and sighed. He knew the dumb thing was only following its programming. An annoying robot functioning properly was better than one functioning improperly. Both were league better than the poor souls trapped by the...

Stone cold eyes watched the wizard-in-training hoist herself over the windowsill. A warm breath whistled out the prince's nose. A chilling breeze blew through the window. Every muscle in his face strained. A sound came from Oriqwen akin to the groaning of a metal pipe groaning under the stress...

A sudden gasp stole the prince's attention. He saw a head peek out above a windowsill. He cried out in surprise. "YOU, GIRL, WHAT ARE YOU..." Quick to gather his composure, he wiped his face clear of surprise. He reached over the edge of the windowsill and offered a gloved hand to the wizard's...

As the sun began to bleed into a passionate orange, Wyrmill was surprised to see his apprentice suddenly appear and dash away with little to say. "We have dinner soon, Mira," he tried to say. The mage-in-training had already began her ascent of the castle walls. He furrowed his brow and sighed...

"You may not have asked for anything directly," the prince replied, "but you might as well have been. Communication is more than just words. Your tone, your eyes, and the way you stand all say something your words can't. The difference between you and me is that I have been trained to notice...

"If she's pretty, what's keeping guards from taking advantage of her? Is it nothing? If it is nothing, then what do you want to be done?" Oriqwen quickly spun around to face Armant, creating a wave of dark locks to come crashing down onto his face. Drawing them aside, he gave a dark glare...

"I wouldn't put much faith in rumors. That wizard is chasing rumors. Look where it has gotten him. He might as well be chasing will-o'-the-wisps." The prince gazed out the window and into the town below. He began to point his finger out into the air. His finger traced the lines of buildings that...

Wyrmill is startled. He takes a shirt moment to process what Mirikir said. The young girl had an abundance of energy. Wyrmill had a lot less energy in his old age. His wit was quick, but his senses were not. By the time he yelled at her, "Be careful," she was already gone. With a sigh, he...

"Clear as crystal, Mother," Oriqwen said as he returned to his room. Wyrmill placed a hand on Mirikir's shoulder to hush her. Gently, he pushed her alomg, guiding her through the streets of the town. "For now, we do our job. We search for dragons among the city. Bide our time. We know they're...

"But Mother, it isn't even noon. I don't..." Oriqwen began to say before his brain caught up woth his mouth. He realized that his mother had some sort of plan. Th queen had protected him so far. Disobeying her would be unwise. "I see. I'll be in my room. Can one of the servants bring my lunch...