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"He was dead still. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes turned to look at me as he held his finger to his mouth. That was a sign to be quiet. I really did not like the look on his face.
Then I heard it. The shuffle of dragon feet. It was not a small one. A shadow loomed over the shells. I saw the dragon's tail slither silently near me. The black scales glistened in the sunlight. I heard a soft thud as the shadow lowered. The dragon had lay down. Completely blocking our way."