Chapter 69- The Letter

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APOLLOS' POV, 2 DAYS AGO.
I walk into my tent, dirty and bloody.
Pandora shuffles in, and flops onto her bed.
I ask, "Sore?"
She nods, wimpering.
She'd suffered a blow to the wing joint.
I taie some salve out, and begin to massage the injured joint.
She wimpers and lashes her tail, but doesn't fight me.
I finish off the container, and wrap a bandage around it.
I ask, "Want me to take the armor off, Pandora?"
She nods, and I get to work.
Soon, all her sticky armor is off.
She sighs contently.
I call warm water, and washer off.
Soon, her scales shine like diamonds. Her bandage is still dry, so I don't need to fix it.
I quickly wash myself, not really caring.
I shake the water from my hair, and lay down on my bed.
I hear a knock on the door, and groan.
I stand up, and open it.
A man in dark clothes is at my door, only his eyes showing.
Pandora is in her tattoo, so he night think he has the wrong soldier.
I ask, staring threatening into his amber eyes, "Who are you?"
He whispers, "Urhhhhunclehhhhh."
I look at him, questions echoing in my head.
I jump to a conclusion, "SNAKE!"
His eyes have firey amusement in them, scaring me inside.
I stare, and ask,  " What do you want from me?"
He whispers into the dark night, "Oh. Tsk! Tsk! Apollo! That isn't any way to speak to me."
Then, he's gone.
I walk to the mess tent, for a small snack of bread or grapes.
I grab a few grapes, and walk back to my tent.
My breath fogs up the air, and I sigh.
The cold season is coming.
I'm not bothered by the cold, but the snow will make fighting in this sluddgey mess worse.
I walk back to my tent, and see a hasty note scribbled on the door.
It's my fathers' writing.
I read it, unsure.
I bring it into my room, and sit on my bed.
I flick my legs onto the bed, and really read the page.
I choke on my grapes.

A scroll falls on to my lap

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A scroll falls on to my lap.
I unroll it, and nearly faint.
I whisper, "I'm the dragon prince?"
I ask, "Who's the king?"
The paper glows, and more writing appear.
It has in bold letters, "YOU! A false king is ruling all but Smogglem. You are the one meant to rule."
I grip the bed.
I cry in dispair, "I just found them! Now I've lost them!"
I hold my head in my hands.
Tears trickle off my face, into palms.
I hear the general coming, so I hide the scroll and last part of the note. The part about the information,
I hand the rest to him.
He walks out.
I grab a pen, and paper.
I scribble quickly, telling Libby about my situation.
I fold it, and stuff in an envelope. 
I melt some sparkly white wax I got from Lance. It replenishes, and won't open until the intended person opens it.
I whisper to the magic wax, "Libby."
It shimmers with the sound waves, and I use my stamper to imprint an "L" onto the wax as I seal the envelope.
I write Libbys' full name on it
Libby Tib
I find the paper boy, and give him the envelope.
He smiles, and trots off to put it in the outgoing box.
I walk back to my tent, and hold my head in my hands.

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