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Vampora Chapter 1

The first chapter of the Vamporian Chronicles

Vampora Chapter 1
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Shadow woke up with a start as his mother nudged him with her tail. "Wake up, darling. It's time to get ready for school."

"Do I have to?" Shadow mumbled as he rolled over in bed and tried to drag the blanket back over his head. He hated to get up early in the morning because he was more of a nighttime dramun.

"Yes you do, and if you don't get out of that bed this minute, there will be no more of your late night reading. I don't see why you can't do your reading earlier in the day." Shadow's mother loved him, but there was just some things about him that she couldn't understand, like his fascination for reading.

"But-"

"No buts." His mother said as she walked out the door. "Be out of that bed and downstairs ready for breakfast in ten minutes or Dad's going to be having a talk with you about you staying up so late." She shut the door. "Sometimes I just don't get that boy."She murmured to herself as she headed downstairs to finish getting breakfast ready.

As soon as the door shut, Shadow leapt out of bed. There was nothing more that he hated than his father's talks or 'lectures' as his father called them. His dad would start by reprimanding him for whatever he had done, but for some odd reason, his dad would find some way to tie his schoolwork into whatever the issue was.

He wasn't quite sure why his dad felt the need to bring up his schoolwork, but his father would always bring it into the conversation. He did fine in school, earning top marks in all of his classes except for one class; Dragon Firebreathing with Mrs. Ungon. At an early age all dramuns could produce at least a small flame and by the time they were his age they were expected to be able to produce a short steady stream of fire. Shadow, however, wasn't like the rest, and no amount of wishing could ever change that.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never produce any flame whatsoever. One time he had produced some smoke, but that was about it. He wouldn't have been too bothered by this except for the fact that everyone, including the adults of the town, wouldn't let him forget about it. The kids would poke fun at him, while most of the adults would either stare and point at him while whispering to their friends, or pretend to feel sorry for him. He was used to being the talk of the town, but it did get old.

At his school, everyone called him names and made fun of him, or they would find new, creative ways to torture him. Most of the time the teachers wouldn't do anything about it and would sometimes just sit and watch it happen. His parents didn't know anything about it, because he was too scared and embarrassed to say anything to them. His dad expected his son to be able to take care of himself, and if he learned that his son was a bullied wimp, who knows what his father would do to him.

One time he tried to tell his parents that the kids were calling him names and bullying him, but they just said "That's how children are. Now go have some fun with your friends." He had walked away nearly in tears that time, because he had no friends.

He had tried many times to make friends with the kids at his school, but every attempt was met with rudeness, sarcasm, and biting retorts. Eventually he grew tired of trying and had retreated within himself to live in his own little world. A world where he was something more than a bullied draknog.

After that, the bullying had gotten worse as he took up the practice of talking to himself in the hallways and reading. Once he had reached this stage, he thought nothing worse could happen, but he was wrong. He sunk deeper and deeper into his depression.

A noise coming from downstairs jarred his thoughts. Looking at his watch, he saw that he had about one minute to be downstairs in his seat. While pulling his shirt on over his head, he ran down the stairs and slid into his chair just in time.

"Breakfast is served." His mother said cheerfully as she placed pancakes down on the table. Pancakes were one of his favorite foods, but he just didn't feel like eating a large breakfast this morning.

"I'm just going to grab a muffin and go. Love ya, ma." Shadow kissed his mom on the cheek, grabbed a muffin and headed out the door. He considered flying to school, but he was feeling too depressed, and he didn't feel like shifting over to his dragon form. A dramun could maintain flight for a short time in their half-form, but not long enough for him to get all the way to school.

The main reason for this crushing depression was that today he had a test in Dragon Firebreathing with Mrs. Ungon who he was certain hated him. He didn't like the class, not just because of the teacher, but also because every day that he spent in that class, he helped to feed the fires of the rumors spread by his classmates around the school. Every day they got new reasons and ammunition to fire away at him for the rest of the week. The class was his biggest source of shame, and he would never be able to get over the damage caused by the class.

With all of these thoughts scurrying around in his brain, he failed to notice two of the biggest bullies in his class; Goreclaw and Anurin, flying towards him. Once he noticed them he thought about running but decided against it. There was no point in running since he would be caught long before he reached the safety of the school. So he merely stood there and waited for them to come, and come they did.

Goreclaw shot ahead of him and dropped to the ground transforming into his half-form. Anurin landed behind Shadow, effectively boxing him in. Shadow made a half-hearted attempt to escape, but Goreclaw grabbed hold of him and threw him to the ground.

"Look who it is, Anurin. It's our friend Airmouth." Goreclaw aimed a kick at the struggling Shadow and hit him in the side. Shadow didn't make a sound, unwilling to show pain in front of them. "A weakling like yourself, who can't breathe fire, shouldn't even be allowed to remain within the tribe. Back in the olden days, before the Great War, weaklings like yourself were left out in the wild to perish as a baby. Too bad we still didn't do that. Well I've got nothing more to say. See you later at school."

"Wait a second. Don't you think we should rough him up a bit more before we go?" Anurin wasn't the brightest and was standing there with a dumb smile on his face.

Rolling his eyes at Anurin, Goreclaw said, "No. Why would we hurt poor Airmouth?"

"Well, I was hoping to throw him around for a bit." A sad look came over Anurin's face. Goreclaw reached around Shadow and smacked Anurin on the head.

"Of course we're going to throw him around you idiot. By Groshnag, I swear your mother must have been a rock."

"Uh, are you insulting me?"

"Just shut up, and help me throw Airmouth around." Goreclaw grabbed Shadow, and so began the some hundredth time of 'Shove the Draknog'. When the two bullies tired of their game, they proceeded to methodically tear Shadow's papers, throw his books in the mud, and then throw his bag into a tree. Their final act of torture was when they flew away. Turning in midair, Goreclaw launched a fireball straight at Shadow.

Shadow screamed in fright as he tried to dodge it, but it smacked right into his side. That was the day that everything changed for him, in more ways than one. Instead of being burnt into a crisp like he had expected, he was still standing there completely fine, as if nothing had happened. He couldn't believe it at first, but then he remembered something he had read in an ancient scroll that had been hidden behind a shelf in the town library. Something that had to do with black-scaled dramuns being fire-proof.

He had thought it was nonsense at the moment, but apparently not. After he got over this exciting and frightful discovery, he got his bag down from the tree and cleaned off his books as best he could. His papers were a lost cause, ripped to shreds by the talons of Goreclaw. Looking at his watch, he realized he was more than just a little late for school. He rushed off towards the school as fast as he could. When he finally reached his classroom, as he tried to sneak into his seat, the teacher called his name out.

"Shadow, may I see you in the hallway? Now!"

Shadow turned around to head back out the door after the teacher, but Goreclaw stuck a leg out and tripped him. Shadow fell flat on his face, with his books scattered all over the place. Everyone in the room burst out into laughter."I really, really, hate this school." He thought to himself as he pushed himself up off the floor and picked his books up.

Outside the room, he found his teacher, Mr. Nanak, waiting impatiently. "What took you so long?" Mr. Nanak snapped.

"Well, you see," Shadow began, but he was cut off by Mr. Nanak.

"I don't care for your stupid excuses. Just shut up and follow me." And with that Mr. Nanak spun around and started down the hall. Shadow had to run just to keep up with him.

"Well, you asked me what took so long, you old goat." Shadow thought to himself as he ran after Mr. Nanak. Mr. Nanak and Shadow had never gotten along, and their relationship was based on a mutual feeling of hatred towards one another.

"Where are we going?" Shadow panted as he raced alongside Mr. Nanak.

"What did I tell you? I told you to follow me and keep your mouth shut. You'll see where we're going when we get there." After that, Shadow kept his mouth shut and followed Mr. Nanak quietly. Within a few moments, they reached the principal, Mr. Kushnag's, office.

"The principal's office! I was only late three times!" Shadow started to panic.

"Be quiet. This isn't about you being late, so shut your mouth and get in there. Do you want to keep Mr. Kushnag waiting?"

"No." Shadow replied in a meek tone. He had never been to the principal's office before and didn't really know what to expect.

"Well then get in there. Mr. Kushnag doesn't like to be kept waiting." With that, Mr. Nanak walked away, leaving Shadow all by himself. As Shadow started to walk into the principal's office, he heard his parent's voices come from inside the room.

"Why were his parents here?" Shadow wondered as he knocked on the door.

"Come in." A gruff voice from inside the room said. Walking through the door, he saw his parents sitting on his right, in chairs against the wall. They both wore worried looks on their faces. In front of him, sitting behind the principal's desk, was the largest dramun he had ever seen.

"Sit, boy."

Shadow quickly and quietly went and sat by his parents. His mom gave him a reassuring look, while his father gave him a little pat on the knee, which was unlike his father. Shadow instantly became worried, wondering what had happened.

"Do you know why you are here?" Mr. Kushnag wasn't the type to beat around the bush with pleasant conversation and got straight to the point.

"No, sir. I don't know. Mr. Nanak didn't tell me why."

"Gah! What an idiot! I don't know how that imbecile of a dramun ever became a teacher here. He's mean, rude, and horrible with children. Now, the reason you are here is because I received a letter about you. An identical letter to the one your parents also received yesterday."

"What letter, and from whom?" Shadow was starting to get a bad feeling in his stomach.

"It's from the Council of Elders. They want you to leave immediately for the capital city, Draork. I called your parents here, so that way we could discuss this with you. Your mom is refusing to give her permission for you to go." Mr. Kushnag smoked a little saying this. It was not a good sign, since a dramun often smokes when they are angry.

Shadow's mother jumped to her feet, with an angry huff. "I'm not going to send my boy to the capital city. It's not safe there. Do you know how many dragonets are captured and sold as slaves there?" Her voice became a whisper at the final part and she broke down into tears.

Glaring at Mr. Kushnag, Shadow tried to console his mother. "Ssh. Everything will be all right. I'll go to Draork and see what the Council wants. I won't be long."

"No, you're not. It's not safe for you there."

"Mom, I'll be fine. I'm sixteen, and I can take care of myself. I'm going to go and see what the council wants. Plus you can't just say no to the council. What they want, they get." Turning to Mr. Kushnag, he asked, "When can I leave?"

"You can leave immediately if your parents give their permission."

"Mom?"

"Fine, Shadow. It's just that you're growing up so fast. It's just so sad. One day you're my little boy, and the next day you're all grown up. Fine, go if you must. Now if you don't mind, would you step outside for a minute?" Shadow left the room but stayed by the door to hear what was going on.

"Now listen here. If anything happens to my boy, you'll be answering to me. Do you understand? I swear by Groshnag, if one hair on his head is hurt, you'll wish you were never born." That was his mother talking. A warm feeling spread through Shadow's chest, knowing that his mother loved him that much.

"I understand. Now if you could please send Shadow back in, I would appreciate it. I have a few more things I need to speak with him about." Shadow jumped away from the door, as his parents came out.

"Mr. Kushnag wants to talk to you." To Shadow's surprise, his mother dropped her bag and hugged him. "Now you be careful. You hear me?"

"I hear you mom. See you in a bit." Shadow hugged his mother and walked back into Mr. Kushnag's office. "You wanted to see me, sir."

"Yes, sit down please." Mr. Kushnag pointed to a chair across from his desk. Sitting down, Shadow sat uneasily in the chair.

"One of your teachers, Mrs. Ungon has been complaining to me about your performance in her class. Apparently, you have been doing very poorly in her class." Shadow noticed a glint in Mr. Kushnag's eyes when he said this.

"Sir, you know why, and we've already talked about it. I thought we had worked it all out."

"We did, but Mrs. Ungon has been breathing down my neck, so I promised her I would talk to you."

"Well sir, if you don't mind I should be going." Shadow rose to leave, but Mr. Kushnag stopped him.

"Before you leave, tell Mr. Nanak that he gets to escort you to Draork. Hopefully, that will put your mom's mind at rest."

"Mr. Nanak! Are you kidding? He hates me!"

"He does not, and no, I am not kidding. Now go." Mr. Kushnag sat down and begin sitting through papers on his desk, signaling that the conversation was at an end.

"Ugh." Shadow saw himself out the door. Once he was out of the office, he ran down the hall to find Mr. Nanak. "The sooner I get this over with, the better I guess."

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Shadow ran through the hallways looking for Mr. Nanak. He wasn't really paying much attention to where he was going, so when he ran past a pair of bathrooms, he crashed into a girl. "Ouch! Watch where you're going."

"Sorry about that. Are you okay?" Shadow untangled himself from the mass of limbs that made up him and the girl. "Here, let me help you up." Grabbing hold of the girl's hand, he helped to pull her up.

The girl reached down and picked her books up. "Where are you going, that you have to run through the halls knocking people over?"

"I have to go find Mr. Nanak because he's taking me to Draork. I got summoned by the Dragon Council for some reason."

"Really? You're not lying?" The girl had an incredulous tone in her voice. Shadow couldn't believe that she really didn't believe him.

"Yeah, for real. Here's the letter to prove it." Pulling the letter out of his pocket, he handed it to the girl, who snatched it from his hand. Skimming over it, she couldn't believe it.

"I can't believe you've been summoned to appear before the council."

"Yeah, I can't either. I just found out a couple of minutes ago. Now if you don't mind I have to get going. If I don't find Mr. Nanak soon, I'm dead meat. I might be dead anyway, because Mr. Nanak is not going to be happy, finding out he has to take me to Draork."

"You'll be fine. Now go. Oh, and before you go."

"Yeah?"

The girl looked at Shadow but looked away before he saw her blushing. "Nothing, just go."

"Um, okay?" Shadow had never quite understood girls before, and this girl was far from the exception. He turned to run off when the girl stopped him.

"Before you go, what's your name?" The girl knew his name, but she didn't want Shadow to leave just yet.

"It's Shadow. What's yours?"

"Violet." Then she ran off, her face scarlet, to her classroom.

What a strange girl. Shadow ran this thought through his head as he took back off down the hallway. When Shadow reached Mr. Nanak's classroom, he found Mr. Nanak yelling at his class for some odd reason or other. "Somebody probably sneezed," Shadow said under his breath as he opened the door.

Opening the door, he crept in and walked towards Mr. Nanak. Before he reached the teacher, Mr. Nanak whirled around and glared at him. "What do you want, you useless piece of dung?"

"Um, Mr. Kushnag said that you have to accompany me to Draork." Shadow said this as quietly as he could, in a hope that Mr. Nanak might not get angry. It didn't work.

"What!!" The veins in Mr. Nanak's neck were pulsating, something that Shadow had never seen before. "You better be joking, boy." Mr. Nanak came at Shadow with both hands reaching towards him.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Kushnag said you have to. Just go check with him, if you have a problem with it." Shadow jumped back a little ways from Mr. Nanak.

"You bet that's what I'm going to do. I am not taking a little piece of dung like you to Draork." Marching out of the room in a huff, Shadow was left with the class by himself. Shadow glanced around nervously. He had never been left alone by himself in a class, without a teacher around.

As Shadow turned to leave, Goreclaw shot out a remark. "Looks like the half-blood is finally getting what he deserves." Shadow resisted the urge to turn around and walked out with the class's laughter ringing in his ears.

Shadow wondered why the likes of him had been summoned to the council. No one had ever cared about him. Not his classmates, not his teachers, and not anyone else he had ever known, except for his parents and Mr. Kushnag who he thought just pitied him. As he was walking down the hall, lost in his thoughts, he crashed into the last person he expected; Violet.

"Oof. You just keep crashing into me today, don't you." Violet had an amusing tone in her voice.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting to run into you again. I wasn't paying attention, again." Shadow said with a sheepish look on his face.

"All right, what is it this time?"

Shadow's face turned a deep shade of pink. "Well, I have to find Mr. Nanak again. He rushed off to Mr. Kushnag's office when I told him that he has to take me."

"You seem to keep losing track of him, you silly boy." Violet waggled her finger at Shadow. At first, Shadow thought she was making fun of him until a laugh like twinkling crystals came from her mouth. It was the sweetest sound that had ever fallen upon his ears.

"Well I appreciate the humour, but I really need to get going."

"Wait! You're leaving already?"

"Why do you care? It's not like you've ever talked to me before today when I crashed into you." Shadow had a suspicious tone in his voice. He didn't know why this girl was taking such an interest in him, and it was making him a little uncomfortable.

"Just wondering. So are you leaving already?"

"Yeah, I am. I just have to get to Mr. Kushnag's office." Shadow stopped talking because something weird was going on with Violet. She was standing there looking embarrassed and awkward, like she had something to say, but didn't know how to say it.

"Um, is there something you want to tell me?" Shadow thought the best way to find out what Violet wanted to say, was to just come out and ask.

"Yeah, there is. Um, I don't really know how to say this but here goes. Shadow, I've liked you for quite a while now, but have never been able to say it, because I was too afraid to." Violet's face immediately turned a deeper shade of violet.

"Oookay." Shadow wasn't quite sure what to say to this sudden confession.

"So, what I'm getting at, is can I come with you to Draork?" Violet looked away, clearly embarrassed by her sudden confession.

"Why do you want to come?"

"Well, because, I really want to see what's beyond the walls of our town. Ever since I was knee-high, I've wanted to leave this place and see the world. Please say I can come." A pleading tone had entered Violet's voice and Shadow could barely stand to say no, but he knew he had to.

"I'm sorry Violet, but you can't come. It's not that I don't want you to come, but we don't have the time to wait to get your parent's permission. Don't worry though, because I'll tell you everything when I get back, I promise.

Listen, once I get back, we'll sit down at my place and get to know each other. Sound good?" Shadow hoped he hadn't come off across as sounding weird. He didn't have experience talking to girls.

"Yeah, I would like that. Now before you go I have something to give you."

"What is it?"

Violet came a bit closer to him. "Shut your eyes and don't peek." Shadow resisted at first, but then gave in, and closed his eyes. Before he knew what was happening Violet had risen up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Come home safely, Shadow." She whispered in his ear, and then she was gone.

When he opened his eyes, touching his hand to his cheek, Shadow realized, he had made a friend for the first time in his life, and perhaps she was something more. Coming back to his senses, he ran down the hall towards the principal's office.

He could hear Mr. Nanak yelling long before he reached the office. Slowly walking to the door, he timidly knocked on the door. He soon wished he hadn't. Mr. Nanak flung the door open and let out a scream when he saw Shadow standing there. "You!"

"Mr. Nanak! Step away from the boy. You, Shadow, come in." Mr. Nanak stepped out of Shadow's way as he stepped into the room. "Shadow, I hope that you will find everything you need in that backpack there in the corner. I had my secretary make it up for you."

"Um, thank you, sir." Shadow quickly crossed the room and grabbed the backpack.

"Go ahead and check out everything. I wouldn't want something to be missing." Mr. Kushnag gestured for Shadow to begin. Shadow threw the bag open and examined the equipment. He couldn't believe his eyes. Everything he could ever need on the trip was in there.

"It's perfect sir. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now Mr. Nanak will be escorting you as you know." Mr. Nanak opened his mouth to resume yelling, but Mr.Kushnag cut him off. "And I'm not going to hear any more out of you Mr. Nanak. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." Mr. Nanak stormed out of the room.

"I think you better get going. Mr. Nanak isn't known for his patience. Now off you go." With a twinkle in the old man's eye, he showed Shadow out. "Good luck." Shadow thought he had said more, but before he could ask the door had already shut.

"Get a move on, you stupid boy!" Bellowed Mr. Nanak from down the hall. Fear lent its wings to Shadow's feet and he raced to catch up with Mr. Nanak. When he had caught up to Mr. Nanak, Mr. Nanak started down the hallway. Shadow had to jog to keep up with Mr. Nanak.

Shadow started off trying to talk to Mr. Nanak, but every time he said something, Mr. Nanak shot him a murderous glance. Being as intelligent as he was, Shadow decided that the safest bet was to keep his mouth shut.

As soon as they had reached the outside, Mr. Nanak shot off into the air, his large wings propelling him at a great speed towards the east. Shadow tried to catch Mr. Nanak, but he was still young and his wings were still at a developing stage. Soon he couldn't even see Mr. Nanak in the distance.

Shadow decided he might as well keep on flying. "He'll realize I'm not with him and then he'll come back for me." Shadow kept repeating this to himself even though he didn't believe it. When an hour had passed Shadow finally realized that Mr. Nanak was not coming back. He had already known this in a small part of his mind, but he had suppressed it hoping for the best.

He wondered if something might have happened to Mr. Nanak but immediately thought better. What could hurt Mr. Nanak, when with one glance, anything trying to hurt him would go running for the nearest set of hills?

Several hours later, when the night began to set in. Shadow landed in a clearing in the middle of the Nightwood. The Nightwood was the largest forest in all of Draconia and all dragonets were brought up on stories about it. It was a dark forest, with a thick canopy that blocked all sunlight from reaching the floor, hence the name. Strange creatures lived in it, but Shadow hoped that he would be fine.

Curling up in a ball as far away from the forest edges as was possible, Shadow drifted off to sleep with strange figures and monstrous creatures jumping and dancing on the edges of his dreams. Sometime late in the night, Shadow jerked awake. He had no idea what had awoken him, but he knew better than to show that he was awake.

Slowly moving his body to make it look like he was merely turning over, he was able to glance all around him. Under the forest eaves, yellow lights flickered. At first, Shadow had no idea what they were, but he then realized that they were eyes.

They moved all around him but did not leave the forest eaves. Shadow could do nothing but lie there and hope that they would stay there under the trees. Several hours later he was drifting back off into a restless sleep.

He awoke the following morning confused, not comprehending where he was. Then he remembered where he was. He was all alone in the Nightwoods. That brought a smile to his face, and he lept up and shouted in glee. He was the first dramun to ever sleep in the Nightwoods and live.

His growling stomach brought him back to reality. He decided to hunt before he went on toward Draork. Lifting off from the ground he started to circle the woods. He doubted he would see the floor, but he was hoping to at least find a bird or the like.

After what seemed forever, Shadow finally spotted a large bird, known as a bocxteryer, flapping slowly and clumsily out from the canopy. Letting out a screech of triumph Shadow plummeted in a kill spiral. The bocxteryer didn't know what hit it.

Shadow made a flip in midair, and let out a laugh. He had never hunted before, but he knew the theory and was surprised that he had caught something. With the boxcteryer in his talons, he flew back down in a slow circle to the clearing. Once he had landed he bit into the bird and savored the taste of delicious flesh. When the bird was reduced down to a pile of bones, Shadow licked his lips and wished that he had the time to catch a second one.

Glancing around the clearing once more, Shadow lifted off the ground and began the second day of his journey to Draork. Draork, he knew was a hundred and fifteen miles from his home, so he should reach it by tomorrow morning.

With that thought in his mind, he speeded up and set his gaze to the horizon. Throughout the morning he flew over many different landscapes for Draconia was a land of great diversity. He flew over great forests where the dramuns got their lyrian wood. Lyrian trees were used to build many houses because it was lightweight, strong, and surprisingly non-flammable due to a resin that coated the tree's trunk.

He flew over a non-descript mountain range, that was known only as The Mountains of Groshnag. He didn't spare a thought for the mountain-range, though he did cast a small prayer to Groshnag, praying that Mr. Nanak was still alive.

Later that afternoon as he was flying over a clearing in a smaller forest, he saw something that broke the monotony of the scenery. Something a muddy brown color amongst a sea of green. At first, he thought nothing of it, but when he got closer he decided to go down for a closer look. When he got close enough to see what it was, he wished he hadn't, for there on the ground was the body of a dead dramun

It wasn't just any old dramun though, it was Mr. Nanak. He had been viciously attacked, and his body was nothing more than a charred heap of flesh. Shadow breathed in the smell of burnt flesh and nearly passed out in midair. Deciding that it was safer to be on the ground, he landed as close to the body as he could get, without dying from the stench. A pool of blood lay near the body, but the blood had dried and was already forming into crystals.

Shadow had always hated blood and seeing this much pushed him over the edge. Swaying gently, he fainted, landing on his face in the forest loam. When he woke up, he looked over, saw the dead body and blood, and promptly threw up.

When his stomach was empty, he shakily wiped his mouth off and sat down waiting for the world to stop spinning around and around. He had no idea what to do. He thought he should bury Mr. Nanak, but he didn't know how to do it, because he had never been to a funeral. He had read somewhere that dramuns are burned, so as to allow their soul to join Halrid in The Land of Eternal Bliss.

Since he had no fire and didn't have the time or resources to build a fire, he decided just to say some words. Slowly and shakily, he arose from the ground and walked over to the body. For some reason, the smell no longer really bothered him.

In a voice heavy with sorrow Shadow began to speak. "Oh, Halrid above. Even though I did not love this dramun, he was still a dramun and did not deserve to die this way. Even though his body will not be burnt, as I have no fire, I beg that you, O merciful Halrid, will take this dramun with you to The Land of Eternal Bliss. "

After these words were spoken, Shadow laid some flowers he had found nearby on Mr. Nanak, and after transforming flew off without looking back. It was nearing night, but he knew that he could still reach the Great Plain. After another hour of flying, he reached it.

In the close distance, he saw the lights of Draork twinkling like stars in the night sky. As he looked at those lights, he realized that one journey, a chapter of his life was over, and another one was about to begin.

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