Chapter 53

The blue dragon raced through the night sky with the heroes on her back and Adres dangling from her neck, screaming for all he was worth. The dragon seemed unhindered by either the weight of her passengers or the noise from the prisoner. Her wings, silver-edged in the moonlight, beat steadily as they flew over mountains, chasms, and forests alike. Nata, Falca, and Tomas spent the time playing a game of comparing the terrain to the computer.

“It says quite clearly the Mountains of Separation end in a river gorge.”

“Yet again, your outdated machinery is wrong. That isn’t a gorge. It’s a river valley.”

“It’s a gorge.”

“Give me a break. Maybe I should turn you into a cat so you can see better in the dark.”

“Falca, tell our beautiful friend it’s a gorge.”

“You do, and you’ll be an egg.”

“Okay, okay, it’s a river valley. Zeese.”

Bartz and Opal, sat close to the dragon’s head, keeping an eye out for trouble. After the joy and relief of the re