Dragon Moon
By the time the sun was going down, and the moon began to rise, she knew what she was going to do.
Approaching Warrior, she untied his reins from the tree. “All right, my friend. You’re free,” she told him. “But please… don’t go far. I don’t want the dragon to eat you, and I don’t want the soldiers to spot you, but I will need you when it’s time to make my getaway.” She stroked his long, dark nose, and he snorted at her, as if he understood. When she let go of his reins and he began to wander off, she thought perhaps he didn’t understand after all.
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