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placing it near the head of the cot so Snowfeather would have a place to perch while he slept. He then struggled out of his armor, and tried to lie down on the rough cot, but it was far too small, and after a few moments, he gave up and made his bed on the floor.
"That was a very nice thing you did for that girl." Snowfeather noted, preening his snow white feathers. "One wonders why you did it though?"
Damion laid his head back on one of his packs. "I understood exactly how she felt." He murmured aloud. "People stared at her and ridiculed her because she was different. She couldn't do anything about her condition, but I could." He yawned sleepily.
"I see." The huge owl continued to preen his feathers. "But one wonders, would you change yourself if you could?"
Damion chuckled. "I can, remember?"
"You know what I mean." Snowfeather chirped in annoyance. "Would you permanently change your appearance to blend in with the other humans, or would you choose to remain as you are?"
"It doesn't really matter." He answered in a tired voice. "I just thought I would help Seli out a little bit."
"You need to keep in mind that just because you can do something, doesn't necessarily mean you should do something."
Damion grunted in agreement. "If I had never joined the Dragon Gem with the Dragon Sword, we wouldn't be in this predicament."
"Knowing what you know now, would you have still released the scarlet dragons?"
He didn't answer, but instead , lay there awake long into the night pondering the answer to Snowfeather's question.
Chapter 5
It took them three weeks to reach the capitol city of Livingston, which was located in the exact center of the orderly country. The roads that traveled through the countryside were straight and well maintained, and the people they encountered seemed sober and industrious. They stopped each evening at various villages and farmsteads that they passed along the way, or simply camped out under the stars along the roadside, but encountered no one with any direct knowledge of the shadow dragon attacks.
They arrived in the area where Veren's farm had once stood two weeks after leaving Whilhom and the one eared man reined in his horse, his face sad. "My farm used to lie at the end of this road." He gestured to the road that had diverged from the main trade route. "I'd really prefer not to go any closer."
Damion nodded understandingly. "Let's just keep moving. I don't think there's anything more to be learned here anyways."
They finally arrived at Livingston late one evening, long after the sun had set. They rode freely through the gates of the city, which was being watched closely by a detachment of soldiers.
O ne of the guards suddenly ran forward, his eyes wide. "Commander Veren!" He exclaimed in surprised.
Veren reined in his horse. " Former commander, sergeant." He replied. "I'm afraid I left that title behind long ago." He gave the man a curious look. "Tell me, how has the royal family faired since I left?"
The sergeant's face fell. "Not well. Since you left, Sorsos has managed to weasel himself into becoming the Royal Sorcerer and King's Atorius's head advisor. Nothing is done in the kingdom without it first having his approval. And he's been giving the king some very bad advise! He actually suggested we form an alliance with the Deirians!"
"To what end?"
The soldier shrugged. "I think Sorsos wants to go to war with the western continent. He's heard stories of the man they are calling the Dragon Lord. He's convinced the king that the Dragon Lord has released his dragons so he can take over the world." He suddenly dropped his voice. "Personally, I think Sorsos covets the Dragon Sword for himself."
"And he would be willing to join forces with the Deirians to achieve his goals?" The one eared man exclaimed, his expression appalled. "Has that man lost his mind?"
"Who are the Deirians?" Damion asked curiously.
"Deiria is a neighboring kingdom to the north." Veren explained, a look of
"That was a very nice thing you did for that girl." Snowfeather noted, preening his snow white feathers. "One wonders why you did it though?"
Damion laid his head back on one of his packs. "I understood exactly how she felt." He murmured aloud. "People stared at her and ridiculed her because she was different. She couldn't do anything about her condition, but I could." He yawned sleepily.
"I see." The huge owl continued to preen his feathers. "But one wonders, would you change yourself if you could?"
Damion chuckled. "I can, remember?"
"You know what I mean." Snowfeather chirped in annoyance. "Would you permanently change your appearance to blend in with the other humans, or would you choose to remain as you are?"
"It doesn't really matter." He answered in a tired voice. "I just thought I would help Seli out a little bit."
"You need to keep in mind that just because you can do something, doesn't necessarily mean you should do something."
Damion grunted in agreement. "If I had never joined the Dragon Gem with the Dragon Sword, we wouldn't be in this predicament."
"Knowing what you know now, would you have still released the scarlet dragons?"
He didn't answer, but instead , lay there awake long into the night pondering the answer to Snowfeather's question.
Chapter 5
It took them three weeks to reach the capitol city of Livingston, which was located in the exact center of the orderly country. The roads that traveled through the countryside were straight and well maintained, and the people they encountered seemed sober and industrious. They stopped each evening at various villages and farmsteads that they passed along the way, or simply camped out under the stars along the roadside, but encountered no one with any direct knowledge of the shadow dragon attacks.
They arrived in the area where Veren's farm had once stood two weeks after leaving Whilhom and the one eared man reined in his horse, his face sad. "My farm used to lie at the end of this road." He gestured to the road that had diverged from the main trade route. "I'd really prefer not to go any closer."
Damion nodded understandingly. "Let's just keep moving. I don't think there's anything more to be learned here anyways."
They finally arrived at Livingston late one evening, long after the sun had set. They rode freely through the gates of the city, which was being watched closely by a detachment of soldiers.
O ne of the guards suddenly ran forward, his eyes wide. "Commander Veren!" He exclaimed in surprised.
Veren reined in his horse. " Former commander, sergeant." He replied. "I'm afraid I left that title behind long ago." He gave the man a curious look. "Tell me, how has the royal family faired since I left?"
The sergeant's face fell. "Not well. Since you left, Sorsos has managed to weasel himself into becoming the Royal Sorcerer and King's Atorius's head advisor. Nothing is done in the kingdom without it first having his approval. And he's been giving the king some very bad advise! He actually suggested we form an alliance with the Deirians!"
"To what end?"
The soldier shrugged. "I think Sorsos wants to go to war with the western continent. He's heard stories of the man they are calling the Dragon Lord. He's convinced the king that the Dragon Lord has released his dragons so he can take over the world." He suddenly dropped his voice. "Personally, I think Sorsos covets the Dragon Sword for himself."
"And he would be willing to join forces with the Deirians to achieve his goals?" The one eared man exclaimed, his expression appalled. "Has that man lost his mind?"
"Who are the Deirians?" Damion asked curiously.
"Deiria is a neighboring kingdom to the north." Veren explained, a look of
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