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"What did you say?!" exclaimed Queen Olivia, her paws at her mouth. Waving an arm, Florence tried to explain, "Dr...Dr...Dra...," but she was too out of breath. However, Jeanette understood. With a grim set to her features, she bent down and drew her father's sword from its wrappings. The blade gleamed in the morning light. She turned to face her family, who were all regarding her with horror. "I'm sorry, Mother," she stated with calm finality. "But it's time I faced my destiny." She kissed her sisters, and then put her arm around her mother, who returned the embrace with horrified stiffness. "No," Rebecca whimpered, "No...not you too." Jeanette straightened her glasses. "Don't be so swift to count me out," she told her mother. "The blood of warriors courses in my veins. And I know something about this dragon that you might not. I've been doing my homework while I was working for the Ferret King." Jeanette glanced at Queen Olivia. "This dragon does not serve the ogre of his own free will. He wears on his head a jewel which enslaves his mind. It also allows him to channel the powers of the Ogre. If we can seperate him from this jewel, he will not only be powerless, but quite likely want to help us, out of gratitude." "Child!" Rebecca cried, "Dragons are never grateful!" Then she saw the strange way Pence was regarding her, and bit her lip. "I mean...oh, I don't know WHAT I mean anymore! My mind's all muddled...your father...dragons...unicorns...ogres! Oh my ears and whiskers! I just want to go home and have NONE of this happen!" "He may not be grateful," Jeanette shrugged. "We won't know until we try. And it's not like I'm going to face it alone--Kamida's powers can help me."
"Why, yes. It's a second-year spell...it's a fairly simple illusion." Florence grinned with renewed hope. "Then what we'll do, is fight fire with fire! Come on!" |
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