Vedra and Krimon the Twin Dragons Read Online Free PDF

Elenna.
    Tom turned and saw Ferno lift his black wing and curl it over Epos. Suddenly, all that could be seen was a huge black rock in the middle of the clearing.
    â€œJust like when we first met him!” Tom said to Elenna. “Remember? He looked exactly like a part of the mountain. He’s done the same thing again to keep them both safe.” He turned to the forest. “I can’t see Krimon anymore. We mustn’t lose him!”
    Tom and Elenna plunged into the dark and forbidding forest.
    â€œWhere has he gone?” Elenna asked, peering into the gloom.
    Tom stared through the trees, but he could only see clearly for a little way and after that, all was black and grim. There was no sign of the baby Beast.
    â€œWe were too slow,” Tom said in despair. “Krimon’s gone!”

T OM RAN BETWEEN THE SNOW-LADEN TREES, calling out to the baby dragon.
    â€œHey! Come back!”
    Elenna ran up to him and caught his sleeve. “Shhh!” she hissed. “Listen!”
    There was a rustling sound in the trees.
    â€œThere!” Elenna yelled, pointing. A moment later, Tom saw Krimon trot into view.
    The Beast stopped in front of them, eyes shining brightly, his head bobbing on his long neck.
    â€œDo you know which way they went?” Tom asked.
    The Beast’s head tilted, as if he was trying hard to understand what Tom had said. He snorted and a flicker of flame came from his nostrils.
    Elenna pointed into the trees. “Show us the way if you can,” she said.
    Krimon snorted again and turned back. He moved off through the trees, trotting along confidently, a low purring growl vibrating in his throat.
    The dark trees towered threateningly overhead and shadows crowded around them. Tom gripped his sword — this was no ordinary forest!
    Krimon paused on a snow-covered track and lowered his snout, sniffing the ground. Then he closed his eyes and lifted his head. A moment later, long bright flames streamed upward from his nostrils.
    Tom watched in amazement as the tongues of flame hung in the air above the dragon’s head, bathing the trees in ruby light, changing shape and weaving together until they became a bright red fireball that turned slowly in the air, hovering between the trees.
    â€œWhat’s he doing?” Elenna asked, backing away from Krimon.
    â€œI don’t know,” Tom replied. “But look at his chest!” A gentle orange glow was growing on the red leathery skin just over where the Beast’s heart must have been. As Tom and Elenna watched, the glow deepened and began to pulse — and in the center of the orange light, there was a small heart of emerald green light. A similar green light shone in the middle of the hovering fireball.
    â€œIt’s beautiful,” said Elenna. “But what does it mean?”
    â€œI think it means that there’s a bond between the two Beasts,” Tom said. “They’re linked in some way.” He called to the dragon. “Go on and we’ll follow.” There was no time to waste — the moon would be rising soon.
    With a snort, Krimon plunged into the trees. Tom and Elenna quickly caught up with him. All three of them pushed their way through the undergrowth, snow falling from the branches all around them, the fireball gliding along in front, and the orange and green light throbbing at the Beast’s heart. Every now and then they heard the sinister sound of Malvel’s mocking laughter, and the deeper they headed into the forest, the darker and more menacing it became.
    As Krimon darted this way and that through the trees, Tom saw that sometimes the orange fireball would become dim and the green light would almost disappear. At other times the fireball would glow as brightly as a furnace, and Tom knew that they were heading in the right direction. But time was against them as the winter daylight faded.
    â€œIt will be dark soon,” Elenna said, her breath white in