Dame Dragon

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Magic evidence

Predictions

Troubled times

Unexpected raider

Dream of a Rose

To take communion in blood

Heart in the fire

Peri from the candelabrum

Beneath the dragon’s mask

Trails of fire

Night dreams

Flame at the ball

And the lady and the dragon

The treasure of the caves

Dragons in the streets

In kinship with fairies

Fire thief

Romance of gold

Capricious, proud, deceitful

A problem named Sephora

Only portraits

On the battlefield

Two dragons

Naughty

Pomeranian flowers

Magic maneuvers

Roan

Rose and Sephora

Waterfalls of fire

Dreams without waking up

Fairy’s stepchild

The water maiden in the castle

War with fire

Creator of the gallery of night

Beauty admirer

Blood on the jewelry, scales on the dress

Lady Camilla’s earrings

Flying in the sky

The seals on the victims

Grave beauty

Gold mines in cemeteries

The jester ruler

Red cloister

Caught

Master of the Realm of Dreams

Troops from the ashes

The union of the golden and silver dragons

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From the writings of Edwin, emperor of all magical creatures and lord of the Dragon Empire

Lady Camilla’s bloodstained earrings lay on the table in front of me. The large diamonds glittered dimly under the blood that had not yet set. It was strange how two exquisite pieces of jewelry that had once been so admired could now provoke horror. No one wished to keep them. They were brought to me. I remembered perfectly the day I had seen them still in the ears of their rightful owner. She was a charming woman: delicate and graceful. Expensive jewelry suited her very well. And she was justifiably proud of it. Especially she was proud of those earrings. Not only because of their beauty and cost, but also because of some long history associated with them. Rumor had it that they were made for her by an unearthly jeweler at the request of a lover… It was a very romantic story with a touch of magic.

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I tried to help her up. She seemed to be crawling here, not walking. As I touched her, fresh roots began to grow out of the scorched stumps that could easily replace her legs. In a couple minutes she could walk on them, leaning lightly on my shoulder. Under the long dress, it still couldn’t be seen that she had live tree roots instead of legs.

“Thank you, Monsignor Dragon!”

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