“What is that?” I whisper raggedly. He doesn’t answer, but I stand in shock as those shadows fuse and form. My hand flies to my mouth, and my eyes fly to his. “Slade. Your dragon.” He nods, looking over at the creature with a smile that reaches his eyes. With wonderment that beats through his soul. The dragon isn’t solid, it’s made up of that shadowy vapor, and it’s much, much smaller than before. But it’s here. “Look, Auren,” Slade says. I glance down to the wings at its back. Wings that are now edged with a ribbon of gold. “I don’t know how,” he says with a shake of his head as he looks back
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