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Well that's a great time to hear that news. My family's dead and the last thing I get from my dad is that I'm part dragon. If I had known this I could've saved them. I should've saved them. But it continued
You must visit your grandfather, he will know what to do.
It put in an address. I took a picture of it and took it with me. I reared up when I passed the bodies. I buried them, the burial of a caring father. I got on the dragon with the larger one in tow, took out my GPS and headed out. I took the sword because why not. It looked cool. The voice on the GPS was mystified by the path we took and gave up after a few minutes. I looked back at the vanishing, burning speck which was my house. After twenty minutes of complete silence, we crashed into a ballon and I fell off. It caught me off guard when it popped and I thought it was like a bomb or something. The smaller one dived, air rushing past both of us. He got under me and the larger one nudged me into position. I felt like I needed a cookie. After a few more minutes of freedom, we stopped at the house. It was right next to the Oracle cave. I knocked a few times, nothing happened, so I went in through the window. I snuck in to see a shell of a man drooling on a map. He looked pretty comfortable. So I should wake him up. I went to the sink, cupped my hands, drank some for my pee reserves, and splashed the rest on his face. He woke up whispered
a few words and suddenly a sword appeared in his hand. He started cleaving wild swings at me, dissolving everything he touched. I took out my sword and the blades crashed. His blade began to eat away at mine, and mine began to freeze his. His eyes widened at the fact frost was appearing. He dropped his sword and asked "Can I see your hand," I showed him my scar.
He looked like he was having trouble remembering something. He sighed and said "Tell your dragons de ignis, this is to let them speak." I nodded. He then told me "I am older than I was but say tempus itinerantur this is to take you to where I can help."
I went outside and said "de ignis."
Soon I could understand the conversation. "The buffoon finally got the spell,"
"He was quite a bother, who jumps off a dragon because a balloon pops."
"Uh, guys,"
"We're dragons,"
"Ok, dragons, can you tell me what's happening?"
"Sure but it'll be long.
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Mythical Park
FantasíaIn mythical park, there are creatures of all kinds. Unicorns, Pegasi and most of all Dragons. Arnold Jenkins is the son of a park ranger, so he knows everything is fake. His insane dad is fixed on the myth itself, dragons. He finds something but not...
