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. The
walls of the hut, no longer able to hold in the expanding form,
burst apart like parchment. B'rak was forced to dodge parts of the
roof.
The massive head stared down. A sigh escaped the great jaws.
"Forgive us, your parents, for failing you."
Everything was fire.
The fire was contained in the village. They made sure of that.
Not one draconian escaped. Their very act of attempting to burn
the village had assured their presence when the moment came.
For three days, the parents mourned the loss. Three days of
sorrow, of singing to those twisted by the Queen. When that was
done, the dragons-some silver, some gold, some speckled with
each-flew off to join their kin in the terrible war.
Behind them, they left only ashes.
The Test of the Twins
Margaret Weis
The magician and his brother rode through the mists toward the secret
place.
"We shouldn't have come," Caramon muttered. His large,
strong hand was on the hilt of his great sword, and his eyes
searched every shadow. "I have been in many dangerous places,
but nothing to equal this!"
Raistlin glanced around. He noticed dark, twisted shadows and
heard strange sounds.
"They will not bother us, brother," he said gently. "We have
been invited. They are guardians who keep out the unwanted." He
did, however, draw his red robes closer around his thin body and
move to ride nearer Caramon
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