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When Winnie’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of a dragon, Hobson was utterly baffled.

“What is it?” he blurted, glancing skyward. “A dragon up there?”

“No dragons,” Winnie replied curtly. “It’s a verbal snare.”

To the average Joe, snakes don’t fly, and the sky is no place for them. So when you’re asked if that thing zipping through the clouds is a snake or a dragon, most folks, like Hobson just now, would bet on the dragon.

And the question was posed to get Drake to bite and say “dragon.”

“There’s an old wives‘ tale about the sea dragon, Winnie explained. ‘Legends say, when a sea dragon aims to transform into a dragon, it calls down thunderstorms. Then it seeks a chosen one to bestow a title upon it, asking if they see a snake or a dragon. If the chosen one says ‘snake,‘ the serpent’s attempt fails. It faces divine punishment and reverts to its serpent form. But if the answer is ‘dragon,‘ it ascends successfully.”

Hobson scoffed, thinking she was pulling his leg. ‘Since when can beasts become anything more than what they are, let alone dragons? Plus, we haven’t had a drop of rain in months, let alone thunderstorms.”

Winnie chose to ignore Hobson’s commentary, turning instead to Drake. “Did you give him an answer?”

“Not a word,” Drake replied, his voice cold as ice.

Winnie wasn’t the only one to sniff out the verbal trap. Drake was known for his caution. Not one out of place word had ever been wrung from him by the most tenacious of reporters, let alone from the mouth of some kid.

What Drake hadn’t anticipated was that the other party, upon receiving no answer, would be so bold as to prevent him from leaving, effectively trapping him in this spot.

When Winnie heard that the failed sea dragon was blocking their path, she was somewhat surprised. Not that she feared it would harm Drake–with his gold aura, the heavens themselves wouldn’t let harm come to him.

But perhaps it was that very aura that made the creature so stubbornly set on Drake, thinking if it could get just one word of endorsement, it might soar to the skies the very next second.

Thinking this over, Winnie told Hobson and Drake to stay put while she went to confront the sea dragon.

Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder. Beings capable of successfully transforming usually possessed considerable power, and this one seemed too skittish, hiding behind trees–hardly the behavior of a powerful creature.

neared and caught sight of the figure behind the tree, Winnie stopped dead in

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or fifteen, his youthful appearance belying his true nature. The sea dragon’s human form should reflect its age, and this was clearly just a

sea dragon

on his neck and jaw, and tucked under his unruly hair were two short, straight horns–the distinctive mark

Winnie inquired, her tone

her, grew cautious. He didn’t answer her question, instead posturing

at him. Young and seemingly aware of

form, clearly not ready to become a dragon. Why insist

just learning to walk, was eager to run before he could

with so much gold aura–what if

in vogue, even for a sea dragon. Who knew? Dreams can come true.

the notion of a rehearsal and was at a loss for

rest.

not only

she asked, “The man has already refused

gave her a look

just let him slip away?” he retorted,

to hang onto the magnate until the time was ripe for another

Thunder Charm, brandishing it as a warning,

the Thunder Charm warily, stepping back but still not giving up.

just keep him in the mountains with

she said flatly.

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boy looked torn. “Then, can I go with