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will not stand by and do nothing!" He declare d with heat. "If I'm responsible for this, then I must help search out a way to destroy these foul creatures!"
    " You must prepare for what is to come."
    "And what is to come?" Lady Skie asked apprehensively.
    Tempest  looked up into the night sky, and stared at the constellation of the serpent god. "I fear there are dark times coming. Shadow dragons and their minions delight in destruction. War will be coming, and worse than war!"
    "What do you mean, worse than war?"
    "If the shadow dragons have returned, every dark creature will rise from the underworld! There will be chaos on every continent, and there won't be any place safe from their taint!" She continued to stare up into the sky, her eyes lost in thought. "They only emerge at night, attacking without warning, and disappearing just as quickly. They're almost invisible against a clear night sky since their scales absorb light, and they rely heavily upon deception and trickery."
    " And where did the shadowspawn come from?" Sly asked, plopping down on a nearby stone bench.
    "The wizard who created the dragonspawn, also created the shadowspawn." She told him, her deep voice dripping with contempt. "He was seeking to create an invincible army. He first created the dragonspawn, using the blood of one of my brethren. He quickly realized that they were wild and untamed, and really not very intelligent, so he created the shadowspawn, using the blood of a shadow dragon." She snarled. "He wasn't prepared for what he unleashed. The shadowspawn were far superior to the dragonspawn, and just as vicious as a shadow dragon! It wasn't long before they turned on him and eventually destroyed him!"
    "What do you plan to do?" Dar asked his ancient friend.
    "I must gather my brethren and search our enemies out, and this time, we must be sure that they never return!"
    Lady Skie looked to Damion. "And you?"
    "I'm going to Jaghera to try to find some clues on where these creatures may be found."
    Veren flinched at the sound of his homeland. "Jaghera?"
    Damion nodded. "That's the last place we know a shadow dragon has been seen. Maybe if I nose around a bit, I may be able to locate others that have encountered it."
    Lady Skie did not look pleased. " Jaghera is nearly a thousand leagues from here! You can't just run off to the other side of the world!"
    "I haven't any other choic e! These beasts must be stopped before they begin their war!"
    She stared at him helplessly.
    Damion sighed, then went and embraced her. "I'm sorry, Aunt Skie, but I must do this! It's my fault that this has happened, so I must be the one to correct my mistake!"
    She punched him in his muscular chest, her face still angry, then she threw her arms around him, tears flowing down her cheeks. "I know! I just don't like it!" She wiped her tears away. "When do you plan on leaving?"
    Everyone looked to him, their eyes questioning.
    "First thing in the morning." He decided firmly.
    Sly sighed heavily. "I'll make sure the stable hands know to have our horses ready at first light." He looked to Dar. "Will you be joining us?"
    Dar shook his head, then smiled broadly. "I've had quite enough of adventuring for a while. I think I'll stay here in Sevria and enjoy the leisurely life!"
    "Milord?" Veren asked with a desperate look on his face. "Please allow me to accompany you to my homeland! I wish to help stop these beasts!"
    Damion shook his head . "You are Captain of the Guard. We need you here to protect the people."
    "But I must go!" The dark skinned man pleaded. "It's the only way for me to avenge my family! Besides," He pointed out reasonably. "You'll need someone with you who knows the northern continent!"
    Damion looked uncertain. " Someone is going to have to stay behind and take up the protection of the castle."
    Everyone looked around at one another, then turned to look at Sly.
    "Oh no you don't!"  The little man declared firmly, jumping up from his seat on the stone bench.