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Chapter 17, People

The king stared. "Okay," he said, "But can you please tell your people to stop destroying my dragon's armor?" That explained the alien skull helmet. He'd taken it off before he came in here though. The boy nodded. "What's your name?" asked the king. "Jason," he said. He looked at me. "The one she knows," he said, "She designed me as a shadow person." That was the detail I forgot. His hair and eyes turned normal. "We both need to break our curses," Jason said. "I'll help," said the king.

He did. He freed the people and gave us a bag of supplies. Jason and I left in a submarine and searched for the cave. Jason was the driver. I sat in the back and looked out the windows. Tons of fish and other marine life swam by. I thought about what just happened. Then it hit me. Eleanor was right. That shack was magic.

Magic. Magical. Magically. I don't know how to describe what happened. As our submarine went through the water, a cave opened up magically and we went in it. It was filled with glittering crystals and water. We went up a bit and there was air. It was an amazing sight. I got off and found a dry path. It was sandy and the walls glitter made the cave seem magical. I kept walking. Some of the crystals lit up when I was near them. It was magic. I heard Jason coming up behind me. Then I was hit with pain. The line started spreading like roots of a tree. I couldn't bare it. I cried. I fell on my knees and Jason got on his knees to help. He embraced me in a hug as the line spread to my hands. "It will end," he said, "I'll make sure."

I wanted it to end. Jason helped me up and he walked with me down the path. It led to a giant room. The mirror we came for was on one side. "There it is," Jason said. "Yeah. You're not getting it though," said a voice. A man stepped out of the shadows. "Nobody is ever going to stop the dragons," he said, "Ever." Jason gave him a look. The man pulled out a sword. Jason got ready to fight. A fight it would be.

And they fought. It wasn't a short fight either. I watched in horror. They kept trying to kill each other. I tried to get to the mirror, but the man blocked me. Pain shot through my body. I saw the marks on my bare feet. I fell to my knees. I was getting weaker and weaker. I wanted to sketch myself heathy again. I wanted to draw. I almost believed that I would never sketch or draw again. As the man and Jason fought it out, I struggled to keep strong. I had to get that mirror. The mirror...