THe Green Dragon

The young green dragon took up most of the hall, while not a hall in the traditional sense, it was the greeting hall of the Verdant dragons and thereby considered a hall by everyone, including, apparently,  those that had summoned the young dragon as though he were a manservant. He let a small amount of gas escape is nostrils…a hint at the toxic breath weapon at his disposal…as he regarded the small group with bemused scepticism.

“ I don’t care if you believe us or not, you will stay here where we can protect you whether you like it or not. I gave your mother my word that I would keep you safe, and I intend to do just that,” Moonhawk said. She sat, unperturbed by his attempted show of power, winding fresh wire round the hilt of her sword Even the young dragon knew that the need to replenish wire meant it was a sword that had seen much use over many years.

“I release you from that bond,” the young dragon said.

“Had you been the one to bind me I’d be tempted, but you didn’t therefore you cannot release me.”

“They’re coming,” Sunhawk called from his position near the tunnel entrance.

“Who’s coming?” the young dragon demanded. Curious as to what these soft skins could face that he couldn’t and why his mother would ask them too.

“The dead, you have not the skills yet to deal with them, we have,” Moonhawk said, giving the wire a final twist.

“I…” he stopped, his crest bones fell.

“You can help with the living enemy after,” Moonhawk called as she slashed her magically enhanced blade through a wraith The last thing she needed in such confined quarters was a sulky adolescent dragon.

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