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over a dozen men. The sign, too, warned of Dragons in those
mountains, but I rationed that I had survived capture and rape and even the
love of a satyr. A Dragon could do no worse.
I camped in the hills the day before, and come morning began my ascent
for the pass. I hoped that the Dragons would find me before then. And
find me they did. Two swooped down from the high places in the mountains,
flying over me in great, sweeping passes. Red-scaled and massive, their
wings beat the air as they flew past and the wind they kicked up blew into
my eyes and stung with fierce pain. I had learned magic to alleviate that
pain and so use it, giving myself a chance to stand and examine my
examiners.
[Who are you ?] the first one demanded, his voice shouting in my head
like a great storm.
"I call myself Darynn, as my father named me! Thomorr, Lord of the
Satyrs of Daber Wood has sent me to meet with Desa Megass of Hakkana."
[You have a great many friends,] the one spoke again. [You may pass
unharmed and witho
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