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His pale red eyes softly skimmed the page of the old tomb. The book was titled Dragons Lure. It was a great reference to all the dragons in the land. He studied it for weeks, trying to chose what dragon he would attempt to control. If the spell failed he would surely be killed. The choice must be carefully made, and it was.
“Mergerna Trendaery Ferdaery” Dorzeth spoke in a total trance. “I call to thee Xlygore, Awaken and join my realm, for we shall strike back at the lust of our enemies, and show them what they have shown us. Betrayal, death, and the suffering of sorrow!”
The room shook, Dorzeth fell back to the ground, catching himself with the palms of his hands. The light burned his red eyes, he looked away.
The hot red glowing light shot out the window and to Dragons Cove. Xlygore was stuck in the side. Quickly he shot open his eyes from his sleep. He rose to his feet, and listened to the voice pounding through his head.
“Come to me, my great beast. Let us talk in person, then I shall explain to you what is forth coming.” Dozreth spoke mentally to Xlygore, grinning more with each word.
Xlygore roared blasting the walls with his poison breath. Oh how he hated to leave his cave of gold and his eternal slumber. He flapped his great wings knocking piles of gold over. He walked to the mouth of the cave. He leaned back on his heels, stuck his head into the sky and shot a poison burst up into the sky. The green cloud slowly disappeared, as did Xlygore in the clouds above, heading north to Dozerth.
