The Dragon Savior of Tone: World of Tone: Book 2
sea nymphs. He wants Dawra and Hectise to contact the dragons and tell them what is happening, then ask them to follow him across the mountains and fight with him. Terra is going to deal with the humans.”
    “We can spread the word for the dragons to come to the cave of the old ones. Many will come,” Hectise said.
    “Yes, and you can point out the set of figures on the wall.”
    “Figures, what figures?” Hectise said in confusion.
    “The one where a human is mounted on a flying dragon and the other pictures,” Fienna said.
    Hectise's mind went to the pictures on the cave walls and suddenly remembered the carvings. Then, he realized that they were of Fienna and Terra. There were other carvings that were hidden in an enclave that only a few knew of. An old dragon showed him them. The old one had told Hectise that before he went to the volcano, he had to pick one dragon to replace him as a knower. He had picked Hectise. The old one did not know what the carvings meant, but he did know that only four others knew of them. The carvings showed a huge dragon leading thousands of dragons over mountains. There were also pictures of great battles between dragons and creatures of the land. There was one final drawing of a dragon entering a cave in the side of a great black mountain. Hectise always thought the carvings were just imaginings. Now he knew they were not simply dreams of an ancient dragon, but predictions.
    “Dawra, we need to do this. I believe Fienna is correct,” Hectise said as he looked at Dawra.
    Dawra had always denied the carvings, since the time Fienna and Terra had discovered them. She always knew in her heart that the carvings were of her daughter and Terra. She knew the time had come for her to accept the truth. The old ones that made the carvings somehow knew of the two and were telling the dragons that they were the most important two creatures in the world.
    “I will go up the coast, you go down,” Dawra told Hectise.
    “That is fine. Let me make sure that the guard dragons know their schedule to protect the crevice. We can leave at high sun.”
    Hectise and Dawra left and Fienna hoped they could convince the dragons to join Terra. There were nearly fifteen thousand dragons along the northern coast. She hoped they could convince at least half to help. It was time to talk to the sea nymphs. She had asked Setilan to bring her father, the ruler of the sea nymphs, and the Old Sinut, the magic thrower among the nymphs, to meet her at sunset.
    The three arrived in the pool and changed from fins to legs before walking out of the water. Fienna sat at the lake's edge with her daughter. The three greeted her and asked what she wanted to discuss.
    “You know Terra has gone to see the humans. He has asked me to talk to you about the future. This world is dying,” she said in a serious tone.
    The three looked at each other. “How do you know this?” the Old Sinut asked.
    “Tone has been talking to Terra. She has told him the darkness on the other side of the mountains is slowly killing her.”
    “The world talks to Terra and it is female?” the king asked in amazement.
    “This world is the mother of us all, of course she is female. Terra will go to the other side and try to deal with this darkness. My mother and father are now asking the dragons to go with him. He would like to know what, if anything, you would be willing to do to help.”
    “We will do as much as possible, but we cannot be away from the water for more than one sun-rising. That is our limit,” the king said.
    “What if Terra cannot get anyone to help?” Setilan asked.
    “He and I will go alone,” Fienna said.
    “I may be able to help,” the Old Sinut stated.
    “How?”
    “On the other side of the mountains, one group has survived the onslaught of the dark one and his dwarfs.”
    “Who?” asked Fienna.
    “The land nymphs. Through my magic, I can talk to my old friend who is their magic thrower. He is weakening and soon will

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