Verloren
Smiling happily, Verloren accepted his arm and started moving north. The trip was unneventful besides the few random wild animals. Soon there were no animals at all. Everything had gone quiet. Verloren could sense Illek was at unease about the situation, so she smiled ressuringly. The flat ground stopped suddenly and aceneded into an impossible slope; the base of the mountain that was Avalon's lair. The top of the mountain was firmly embedded in a shroud of clouds. With a deep breath, Verloren reached up and grasped the amulet, uttering a small incantation.
Avalon
His great silver head shot up from its resting place between his claws. That was Verloren's medallion he was sensing! He grunted and lifted himself up, stretching breifly. He jumped out the entrance of his cave and spiraled down below the clouds. His sharp eyes could just make out two elven forms at the base of his domain. He let out a load roar and dropped like a bullet to where they stood, landing inches away, crunching small trees. He looked down. A small elf, his love Verloren, stood smiling up at him. Another elf he did not recognize was with her, regarding him with a neutral face.
"Welcome back, my young elven love," he brought his face down to hers, and she hugged one of his tendrils happily. He moved his head to look at the other elf, "And who are you, pray tell?"
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