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"Get down!" I hissed. Thankfully, everyone dropped to
his stomach without question, even the kender. They knew,
as did I, what would happen if the dragon spotted us. I
shuddered at the thought and prayed that with our light-
colored furs, we blended in with the snow.
Without a backward glance, the dragon sped away in the
direction we'd just come, pulling its massive shadow along.
A sudden fear knotted my stomach. When the dragon was a
mere dot in the distant horizon, I stood up and, turning,
started heading back.
"Wait, Raggart! Where are you going?" Laurana shouted,
stumbling after me to catch hold of my arm.
"Now we know that the reports about a dragon are true.
Given its general direction, I'm afraid it's headed for my
village. I have to go back immediately!"
Laurana looked sympathetic, but she shook her head.
"We cannot abandon our search for the orb, especially when
we're this close to it," she said.
"What is this dragon orb? How can it be more important
than the lives of my kinsman?" I demanded.
"I understand your concern," Laurana said, "but a lone dragon
would scarcely attack an entire village. And IF it wanted to, it
would have long before this. Think, Raggart," she commanded,
grasping my shoulder. "Even if we left immediately, we would
reach your village days behind the creature, too late to help
anyone. Then we would neither save your village nor retrieve the
orb
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