Immediately the baby Dragon smiles and its eyes light up with a slight glow. “I DO know you!” Hungry shouts. “You are a Dragon!”
“Yes, little one, I am,” whispers the Dowager.
This caught the Baron off guard. How could his mother be a Dragon. That’s not right since she was his mother and he knew he wasn’t a Dragon. Something else must be going on here. “Mom, can you tell me what you two are talking about? Please?”
Why, Allowishes do you think you can find the magical creatures you save? And why you feel the need to help and protect them? Hungry, you are the first Wish Dragon I have seen in many, many, many years. Sadly there was a dark time that came to the Village that destroyed the trust between the Dragons and us. They were driven away - never to be seen again. You, Hungry, are the answer to my 'Wish'. Now, lets go back to the parlor so I can sit down in a comfortable chair and I will tell you all about your Dragon history."
As the Baron and Grisdelda started walking back to the Mansion, Griselda turned to look at the baby Dragon, "Hurry up Hungry. I am sure we can find something more comfortable for you to sit on other than a rock."
"But I like my rock," grumbled Hungry under his breath, as he slid from the stone he had been sitting on and started following her out of the cave.
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