The black stallion’s coat shone in the growing moonlight;vapor streamed whitely from his nostrils. You boys make yourselves comfortable. The privateer questioningly raised her eyebrows. “But what do we do now?”Tyranny looked commandingly at Traax.
Sleeplessness and worry hadleft dark circles below her eyes. The medallion’s underside had changed amazingly. “You’re late!” he whispered. Despite their great power, they fear the coming of you and yoursister more than anything in the world.
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