The Dragons Blood Key: Legend of the Dragon's Blood Key - Book 1
the shell and releases it.
Do you understand now?”
    Cassy nodded her head with sorrow showing on
her face. “So, you lived alone waiting for him to come forth from
the egg? That’s so sad.”
    “I was not always alone as I waited for the
day of Frier’s birth. I had our friends the Lillients and other woodland creatures for company. Then
I had the joy of getting to know your great-grandmother, Abigail.”
His eyes revealed the sadness in his heart.
    Roupert jumped to his feet, not wanting to
continue with this conversation. “Come, it grows late and Frier
will worry if we do not join him soon.”
    Realizing there was no need to pursue the
subject of her great-grandmother, Cassy stood. “Come on, Aaron,
wake up; he’s going to leave us behind if we don’t hurry.”

    “What took you so long? I was beginning to
worry,” Frier huffed as he stacked the last of the wood next to the
fire.
    “I am sorry, but we stopped to eat and time
got away from us,” Roupert grinned as he saw the disappointed look
on Frier’s face.
    “I hope you are still hungry, for I have
fanish roasting over the fire, and I found some sweet berries,”
Frier retorted with a hint of
irritation in his voice.
    “I’m hungry, Frier,” Aaron licked his lips.
“Those look great . I’ve never had
fish cooked that way. Fish and berries for dinner sound
delicious.”
    “So, in your realm they are called fish,”
Frier grinned. “What a strange word.”
    Frier walked over to the fire and pulled the
fish away from the direct flames. “They ready to eat.”
    Aaron reached for one of the sticks with a
cooked fish, and then took a few steps away from the fire before he
sat in the sand to eat.
    Frier grabbed one of the sticks and handed
it to Cassy. “Here you go; you need to keep up your strength.”
    “Thank you, Frier. As a matter of fact, I am
hungry,” she smiled. She took the stick with the fish and walked
over next to Aaron then sat next to him.
    “This is really
good ,” Aaron moaned with delight, as he shoved another bite
of the fish in his mouth.
    “Frier, you may need to cook some more fish.
It looks like our young friend is hungry this evening,” Roupert
chuckled, as he watched Aaron take another bite.
    Frier looked at Aaron and shook his head.
“Well, at least I know that all my work will not go to waste. Here,
try the berries with the fish. It is quite tasty.”
    Frier set a large bowl-shaped leaf filled
with berries in front of Aaron and Cassy. Aaron looked at the berries then scooped up a handful
and shoved them in his mouth.
    “They’re really
good . They taste like strawberries,” Aaron grinned as he
chewed the sweet berries.
    Roupert and Frier each took a stick with a
cooked fish and sat across from Cassy and Aaron. As they enjoyed
their feast, they all laughed and shared funny stories of their
lives. In spite of this, there was an unspoken apprehension
hovering over the group at the thought of facing the Evil Queen
Alona.

    The moon shone down brightly on the water as
it flowed over the rocks into the deep pool below.
    The Falls of Clamore are quite
beautiful , Cassy thought.
    As she lay by the fire, she could not help
but wonder what lie ahead for her.
    How am I supposed to win a battle against
the powerful evil Queen? I’m just a kid. Why do they think that I
can break the curse and free the kingdom? The words burned in
Cassy’s mind. She wanted to believe that she was the Champion, but
a voice inside of her mind kept reminding her that she was just a
silly teenager.
    Cassy turned on her side, trying to get
comfortable. “I sure do miss my bed,” she chuckled silently.
    Not able to fall asleep, she decided to get
up and add more wood to the fire. She walked over to the stack of wood when suddenly she noticed a
small light floating along the water’s edge.
    “What’s that?” she whispered to herself.
    The light flickered as it began to float up
and down then it stopped and started to move slowly along

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