Batya was on the edge of her seat the entire time.<br/><br/>Her eyes danced around the ring just as much as the performers had. There was so much to see, it was so amazing. Some of the acts were a little corny but that didn’t mean they weren’t entertaining. She was having a great time, that was all that mattered, and she could tell Iden was as well. When this was over, she knew she was going to be scolded by her father but she didn’t care. The thought was hardly on her mind. This had been so worth it, she was glad that she and Iden could scrape the money together for this. And who knows? Maybe her father would be curious about it and ask her questions if she was lucky. That man was difficult to say the least.<br/><br/>When the ring master came out and announced the arrival of his main attraction, suddenly Batya didn’t feel so energetic. There was a feeling of uneasiness beginning to settle in her stomach. She figured it might just be the ring master’s presence, but then again maybe not.<br/><br/>The roar that filled the tent had caused silence to fall over the audience. Something about the roar seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place a finger on it. Whispers were barely audible; people were wondering just what could be under that cover. Batya’s gaze remained fixated upon the ring master and the cage, ignoring everything around her. A chill crawled up her spine and lingered until she visibly shook it away. She, liked Iden, had leaned forward, her curiosity becoming more and more unbearable. Why was the roar familiar? She had to know… she had to see. Part of her wanted to shout out, but she managed to hold that back. There wasn’t anything she could do even if she did voice her impatience. It was probably what the ring master wanted anyway.<br/><br/>Then, just as she was about to give in anyway, the ring master cracked his whip and, with a cruel smile, shouted, “Ladies and gentleman, behold the most terrifying creature in the world!” He snapped his fingers and the cover was removed from the cage, revealing a large, grey dragon with a malicious look in its eyes. It let out a terrifying roar as a few clowns worked on getting the door to the cage open. She sank back in her seat a little, heart pounding as she got a look at the beast. It had spines all the way down its back, large bat-like wings, and long, sharp claws that looked like they would do a hell of a lot of damage. It was hard to say for sure, but she was positive that its fangs had been removed or at least filed down so the ring master would not be hurt.<br/><br/>As soon as the dragon was free, it tried to lunge at the ring master, but was unable to get close because of the chains that bound it. It was then that Batya saw the mark on its chest.<br/><br/>“No…” Batya rose from her seat to get a better view. A lot of people were either standing or too frightened to move from their spot. There was no mistaking it. The dragon had an old scar on its chest; the scales were duller and stood out more. This… this was the same dragon she and Iden had found years ago. She turned to look at Iden. “The scar on that dragon… please tell me I’m not seeing things.”