A massive red Fire Dragon sat in the southwest corner. It appeared to be asleep.
Roscoe peered through the prism. He told what they already suspected.
“Auras of Magick fill this room. The brilliant light speaks to this. The greatest auras come from the area where the dragon sits. I can’t define…” Roscoe was interrupted when the dragon spoke.
“Well, well, well…what have we here? I’ve enjoyed a long nap! From the growth of my talons and fangs and the energy I feel, I would guess about eight hundred years. I’m hungry. Would you join me to be my dinner? Your…your essence is familiar. Ah…I have, or had, empathy with my sister Baylexa. You are the scum that ended her beautiful reign of evil. At least, some of you are. You look well for your age! Wait, you have elves! I love the taste of elves! Thanks, Tigarn! This is far more than you promised. You have nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! Nowhere to run to! If you don’t fight, you won’t suffer so much!” Faranzer said.
The dragon spoke in old elfish dialect.
“Neither do you!” Dael shouted.
The young sorcerer impatiently cast a Lightning Bolt toward the old red Fire Dragon.
“If I’m going to take a terrible beating, I’m going to get in the first lick!” Cyttia shouted.
She began to conjure.
The jagged Bolt of Lightning left Dael’s hand and coursed toward Faranzer. About ten feet from the gloating beast the bolt stopped! Shimmering luminosity extended around the massive Red Fire Dragon. There was a sound of recoil and the bolt instantly returned to Dael striking the neophyte sorcerer squarely. Dael screamed, fell forcefully backward, slammed into the wall behind them, and dropped to the floor. Gray smoke rose from his fallen body.
Dael was unconscious and near death!
“Stop your spell, Cyttia!” Cara shouted.
“He’s covered by a Reflecting Dome,” Knarra added. “Your spell will reflect!”
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