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through the air. Trees bent, cracked, and shivered. All the while, the mystical sound pounded into the second dragon. Its roars could not be heard. Even its thrashing was muted.
    WRAAAAAAANG! WRAAAAAANG!
    The blade winked out. The sound was over.
    The first dragon rolled through the toppled timbers, blinking and dazed.
    “Thank you, Fang!” Nath caught his breath. “Now finish it!” He had just started his charge when his senses exploded. He jerked around.
    Whap!
    The second dragon’s tail separated Nath’s paw from his sword. He went careening into the forest with stars exploding inside his head. Swordless, he rose to his feet and gaped at his empty dragon paws. Fang was nowhere to be seen. He rubbed his aching chest, swearing he could hear his bones rattle. Nearby, the dragons rummaged the forest, searching for the spot where the dragon’s tail had flung him.
    What do I do now?
    He felt something in his tunic, a vial from the dwarven chest remained sealed and unbroken.
    Thank the dwarves and their iron glass.
    He drank the entirety of the sparkling blue contents and tossed the vial aside.
    I hope this works.
    Both dragons appeared with angry looks on their monstrous faces.
    Fast!
    “Where is your toothpick, little dragon?” the second one said, waving at him its paw whose claws were missing. “I want to skewer and roast you on it.”
    A tail lashed out in a downward arc.
    Nath jumped aside and scurried deeper into the woods.
    The dragons bounded after him, crushing everything in their path. They were big, but also fast. Their monstrous strides caught up with Nath in seconds and hemmed him in. Their tails struck like cedars, smiting everything around him.
    The ground shook.
    Nath jumped. Dove. Dodged.
    Whop! Whop! Whop! Whop!
    Their tails beat the ground like striking snakes and cut him off wherever he jumped or dived. It was two cats toying with a mouse, and he had nothing to defend himself. He cleared one tail and got hammered by another. Its strike was planned. Well timed. It flattened him on the ground. A massive paw pushed his body into the dirt.
    “Time is up, Dragon Prince,” the first one said, scooping him up in its claws. “Now we feast on your bones.” Its tongue licked over its lips, and lava dripped from its jaws. “But I have to share with my brother, so we’ll need to split you apart.”
    Nath squirmed and strained, but the dragon’s great strength kept him restrained.
    Sultans of Sulfur!
    “No, Brother,” the second dragon said, sitting back on its haunches. “You eat him. I enjoy the sound of crunched bones. Feast, Brother. Feast. We don’t want this slippery one to get away.”
    “So be it then,” the first dragon said. He held Nath up and gazed in his eyes and shook him vigorously. “I don’t like my meals staring at me.” It slammed Nath onto the ground and hammered on him with its fist a few times. “And I don’t like my meat too chewy either. Needs softened up a bit.” It smiled. “Now, let the feast begin.”
    Nath’s head rolled along his shoulders. His red hair was mattered to his head, and blood dripped from his nose. His face was swollen. His lips split. He hurt. He ached. But he wasn’t done yet.
    “I don’t think you got me soft enough. I don’t think you broke a single bone,” he sputtered through his lips. “You ugly over-sized lizard.”
    “Is that so?” it said, eyes narrowing. “We’ll see about that.” It opened its mouth wide and stuffed Nath inside.
    Chomp!
     

 
    CHAPTER 9
     
     
    “I know there have been many battles,” Shum had said, “but the one coming might be the most important of all.”
    The Elven Steeds cut through the woodland with the ease of a straight path. Ben found himself hanging on for his life. He’d never ridden on a horse so fast, let alone with two people on it in the darkness. It assured him of one thing … the Roaming Rangers were good company, and he was glad to be among them.
    I need one of these horses.
    An hour