Outside of her cell, the beautiful. Where “It’s dragon watched Annabelle did you get this?” closely, becoming more made it,” he said “I curious with the girl every softly, hiding his face day. Being a victim of the behind his paws. warlock’s captivity, the Placing the wooden dragon could identify with instrument to her lips, The Princess. Annabelle breathed out and Smolder a series of elegant notes “Mam,” whispered timidly through floated through the air. the bars of the cell door. you,” she “Thank Annabelle looked up beamed. sorry for “And from she was sitting on attacking you with my shoe the floor of the cell. She the day I met you.” had stopped singing Smolder laughed. “I halfway through her nightly understand. I am a prisoner song, suddenly of Red Warlock too.” overwhelmed with sadness. “Really?” years ago, when “Yes?” “Many know it’s not much, I was a baby my mother “I but I have a gift for you,” he went looking for food. The said, dropping a small Red Warlock had been wooden flute into her cell. watching our den for She held the weeks, and had planned to instrument in her steal one of her babies hands delicately. when she left to hunt.
Outside of her cell, the dragon watched Annabelle closely, becoming more curious with the girl every day. Being a victim of the warlock’s captivity, the dragon could identify with The Princess. “Mam,” Smolder whispered timidly through the bars of the cell door. Annabelle looked up from she was sitting on the floor of the cell. She had stopped singing halfway through her nightly song, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. “Yes?” “I know it’s not much, but I have a gift for you,” he said, dropping a small wooden flute into her cell. She held the instrument in her hands delicately. “It’s beautiful. Where did you get this?” “I made it,” he said softly, hiding his face behind his paws. Placing the wooden instrument to her lips, Annabelle breathed out and a series of elegant notes floated through the air. “Thank you,” she beamed. “And sorry for attacking you with my shoe the day I met you.” Smolder laughed. “I understand. I am a prisoner of Red Warlock too.” “Really?” “Many years ago, when I was a baby my mother went looking for food. The Red Warlock had been watching our den for weeks, and had planned to steal one of her babies when she left to hunt.
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