my fate?
"My Fate?" you ask, confused.
"Yes," the Dragon sighed, "Follow, please, time is
short."
"Short?"
"Yes, as in not long."
You look around, extremely confused.
"Will you follow, or not?" the Dragon asks, a bit
imaptiently.
Impulsively, you ask, "What's your name?"
"Aymeril," he smirks. "Interesting name, huh? Let's
go."
