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A boy and his dragon (Telios, Robin)

Mir finished his pig leg and curls up on the bed. The soreness in his stomach stopped him to do anything.
 
Mir was bigger now. He was curled up on his cushion, asleep until there was yelling on the main hall.
 
"Huh?" Mir looked at himself as he hovered up. "I think I would have to sleep outside soon..."


(4th stage in the guide.)
 
Mir still hid behind Jepitha, peeking over his shoulder at his dad. Although he was large but he was still shy and timid.
 
Jepitha's father calmed down when He saw his son. "Nice to see you're awake." Jepitha nodded. "Any news?" His father nodded. "We learned the origins of the blade. Southern." Jepithas eyes widened. "Is that were?" At that moment Michael walked in. There were arrows sticking out of him. He fell .
 
Jepitha ran over and helped Mir. His father stood up and his anger intensified. "This means war when He wakes." He growled.
 
Jepithas father sighed. "A war is a conflict between two or more countries." Jepitha nodded. "They don't happen often."
 
"The bastards who tried to kill my sons. The southern tribes." He growled. Jepitha shook his head. "After trying to make them allies" They headed to Michaels room.
 

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