When she was pushed back, the jade figurine flew from her fingers, shattering into small, jagged pieces. The dragon roared loudly again, the sound rumbling through its body furiously as if something was inside trying to escape. Miana watched as a thousand pinpoints of light appeared across the dragon’s body, as if all the stars in the heavens had attached themselves to its scales. The light grew brighter and Miana had to close her eyes to keep from being blinded. In another bright burst of light the pile of gold was scattered across the cave and the stone ceiling began crumbling, ready to cave in. The light dimmed and Miana opened her eyes again, looking around at the wreckage. Finding herself bruised in several places, she looked around for the dragon, finding instead the familiar body of a man. “Draeken?”
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