“The Chosen One has returned. He must not succeed, for if he does, the curse that I have worked so hard to preserve will be lifted,” said the young woman. “That will be the end of your superiority over the land of Oomaldee.”
The dragon stared at the woman, not responding for several minutes. Finally it broke the silence, flapping its four wings. “What is it that keeps your brother alive eternally?”
“What do you mean? Did you hear what I said?”
“What keeps your brother alive eternally?” the beast repeated, ignoring her question.
“Why? What difference does it make? Look, if the boy succeeds in breaking the curse—”
“What keeps your brother alive?” the dragon growled, swishing its thick tail.
“It was a condition of the curse. Why do you ask?” She shifted on her feet.
“You know what creates this unending life.” It was not a question but a statement.
“We must thwart the boy. It is the only way,” she countered. “Our purposes are aligned. We both seek to keep the curse in effect.”
“You know nothing of my purposes!” the dragon roared. “Now, what is it that creates this unending life? Do not make me ask again.”
The woman hesitated before responding, “Fine! It’s the Stone of Athanasia that keeps him alive. Happy?”
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