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    “So you’re telling us that there’s a whole other world that these shadows can’t get to. Sounds like just another wild rumor to me.” Aaron was irritated. The Draghi had dato plenty of useful information, but the one thing that stuck was the rumor of Eden, a realm that the Shadows could not reach.
    “I think it’s true.” Karaza whispers.
    “You too? Is everyone stuck on rumors? Well then I guess we’ll just waltz on over to wonderland and live the rest of our lives in peace.”
    “It’s not that simple,” Calana detto in a soothing voice, “the Shadows can’t get there because the Door was sealed.”
    “It’s never that simple.” Aaron sighs and sits on a ledge.
    “Wait, I- I saw the Door! It was a bright, glowing light in the back of a cave.” Karaza turns to address everyone. “I- I’ve been having visions, something to do with this.” She pulls the dragon scale out of its hiding place, “It showed me the way.”
“That’s wonderful.” Aaron risposte sarcastically. “We’ll talk about it più in the morning. Sven, first watch. Good night.” He lies over and covers himself with a thin blanket.
    “What is wrong with him?” Vilicus asks.
    “He’s not into fairy-tales.” Sven replies. Karaza glares at Aaron’s back and walks towards the cave opening. “Where are te off to?”
    “Not far away.” She responds. “Oh, and te know what else is a fairy-tale? Dragons.”
    ”Feisty one, isn’t she?” Vilicus asks Calana.
    “Yes, she has fuoco in her.” Calana watches Karaza as she climbs the slope da the cave.
    “I know what I saw.” Karaza sits alone on the mountainside far above the cave. “There is a Door, a gateway into another world.” She pulls out the scale and stares at it. “Why won’t te speak to me? Why only mostra me your memories, te horrid beast!”
    “Is something wrong…?”
    “Yes! Your words are not meant for me! It’s as if I don’t exist! As if te don’t care that an entire world is covered in darkness, and is dying!” Karaza grips the scale, cutting herself on the edges. “Why? Just… why?” Why is it that no one ever cares about me? Karaza starts to cry.
    “Why do te weep, little one?” came a voice from nowhere.
    “Because this world is dead, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”
    Calana snakes her head up, and looks sadly at Karaza. “Dead, te say? Yet we live, o are we naught but phantoms?”
    “I- I don’t know, the world has become so cold, and dark. Maybe this is the land of the dead.” Karaza looks at the blood on her hand, barely feeling the pain.
    “Child, te bleed, is that not proof enough that we live?” As Calana spoke, she eased herself closer, easily scaling the mountainside as she came level with Karaza. “As long as there is life, there is hope. Let me mostra you.”
    “What?” Before Karaza could protest, she felt Calana’s mind push on hers, and the mountainside vanished.
    Karaza was alone, she was hurt and afraid, they were gone, taken da the darkness. She knew she was next, she could sense the dark ones coming back… Darkness, brief flashes of light, scenes of horror, all made worse da the fact that it was her, despite the protests of her tortured mind, she was the fonte of the suffering she saw… A faint voice, musical, but incomprehensible, calls to her, piercing the darkness, freeing her mind from its bonds, giving her life once more.
    “This is all I can do for you.” Calana withdraws, her own eyes holding tears. “Good-night, little one.”