She reached over to Balthazar and shook his shoulder as she pointed excitedly, "Balthazar! That's Skyridge Mountains! It is said that dragons hatched their young there! What if it's true!"<br/><br/>He couldnâ€™t help but think skeptically about that, but then he couldnâ€™t exactly say it was to off. Given their current situation it was clear that something abnormal was going on. He knew about the Skyridge mountains, though he didnâ€™t know about the dragonâ€™s part. He had been forced to read and draw maps with his timeas a slave. That, and his knowledge of multiple languages made him a valuable slave who knew more about the world then most slaves. Though that ment only the land itself, not so much the history that went with them.<br/><br/>â€œI shall guide you along your path,â€ the voice said, before it wiped the image away again, and this time was replaced by the dragon itself, though it was a mere shadowed figure. â€œItâ€™s up to you now.â€ Once that was said, the figure launched itself straight at the two of them, making Balthazar flinch and throw his arms up infront of him blocking his view.<br/><br/>It took a moment, but when he finally let his arms down slowly, he saw they were no longer suspended in the middle of nothing, but rather in the woods now. Looking around him, he saw the enterance to a cave, and could only image it being the one they were just in. And at their feet was the stone, or egg. Only now instead of going through a multitude of colors it was now  a deep  red color that seemed to have a number of veins running through it.