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by: Jewel 
The Ancient White smiled lazily and drifted back into his light sleep. The ice cave was home, almost forgotten till the dreams came... He had left this place long ago, when the dragon herds were manipulated by the gods. Foolish morons! The dragon smirked in his sleep. He thought about all the lands he had occupied, yet had never felt more at home then in this icey den. The large continents he roamed, almost playfully toying with the occupants there. Yet on this tiny continent of Cardania, were he was almost a forgotten legend, a myth, a fairytale told to small children at bedtime - to frighten them and keep them enslaven to their chosen deities, he *was* home. The dreams came everynight now... they left him uneasy. All the spells and magical chants he knew couldnt restore the vision completely. He awoke with a sense of desire and dread. Who was this young woman, he would soon find out. She is seeking something, yet it was unclear. Valor rang to mind... yes.. to slay an ancient one... she seeks fame and fortune... the gods drive me home so some small crusading wench could slay him. Yet, he was sure he would know, if this day was his last... he had seen his own death many times before, it did not involve this cave, this child, this time. Something was to happen here. Her death? He didnt know, he would just wait and see. Wait and see, he was home.
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