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The Darkfire princess hid the book in the corset of her gown, the thin-spined, flimsy journal easily being concealed under the many layers of fabric that the young monarch was expected to wear. She exited the library, with it's high ceilings and many rows of books that could reach the top of a dragon's neck if he stood tall, and closed the door behind her as she entered the grand hall, with ceilings even taller still. The light gray brick was broken up by pillars, and between the pillars on the opposite wall from the library's doors, there were windows that took up almost the entire section of wall. The windows had colored glass that told the stories of dragons and fire. Sarafina had always liked staring at the bright colors of the stained glass, or down at the gardened courtyard beyond the glass, as she would like to right now. But she forced her attention off of the windows that let the afternoon sun in, and made her way down the hall to her left.
The princess walked in quick, long-stridden steps towards her bedchambers. She knew her mother always had someone watching her every move. The only place she was safe from her mother's watch was her own room. Once she reached her bed chambers, she made her chamber-maids leave and locked the door after them once they were gone. Ibadul, who had been hiding in the form of a baby dragon and the size of an iguana, peeked his head out from under her grand bed.
I thought they would never leave, he spoke her her mentally and slithered out before jumping up onto her shoulder. Something happened. What did you find, Sara? His nickname for her.
"Look at this," she said as she pulled the thin book out of her corset and flipped the cover open. It was her father's handwriting.
Your father's journal. We have read it countless times, he said, wondering what was so different that it made a spark shine in her eyes.
"Yes, but I have never noticed this. The first letter on each page. If you put them all together, they form a riddle of sorts," she said, whispering excitedly.
"When thy flame burns without heat, when the sun shines from all directions; in the center of towering grace, seek the leading star," the dragon quoted, as she had written it down on a small piece of paper that was now sitting in the book. I have heard this before. Your father told me this before he disappeared.
"Why didn't you say anything," she asked her dragon companion, hurt that he had not shared this information with her.
He told me not to say anything until you found it on your own. So I had soon put it to the back of my mind. Now that you have the riddle to the first clue, princess, what will you do?
"I think it's time to go find my father," she told him quietly. "The king needs to return to his throne, before I am to marry and forever be trapped in this country." So they made plans to escape that night. Ibadul would even get to pose as the guards, which he was noticeably pleased about.
The princess walked in quick, long-stridden steps towards her bedchambers. She knew her mother always had someone watching her every move. The only place she was safe from her mother's watch was her own room. Once she reached her bed chambers, she made her chamber-maids leave and locked the door after them once they were gone. Ibadul, who had been hiding in the form of a baby dragon and the size of an iguana, peeked his head out from under her grand bed.
I thought they would never leave, he spoke her her mentally and slithered out before jumping up onto her shoulder. Something happened. What did you find, Sara? His nickname for her.
"Look at this," she said as she pulled the thin book out of her corset and flipped the cover open. It was her father's handwriting.
Your father's journal. We have read it countless times, he said, wondering what was so different that it made a spark shine in her eyes.
"Yes, but I have never noticed this. The first letter on each page. If you put them all together, they form a riddle of sorts," she said, whispering excitedly.
"When thy flame burns without heat, when the sun shines from all directions; in the center of towering grace, seek the leading star," the dragon quoted, as she had written it down on a small piece of paper that was now sitting in the book. I have heard this before. Your father told me this before he disappeared.
"Why didn't you say anything," she asked her dragon companion, hurt that he had not shared this information with her.
He told me not to say anything until you found it on your own. So I had soon put it to the back of my mind. Now that you have the riddle to the first clue, princess, what will you do?
"I think it's time to go find my father," she told him quietly. "The king needs to return to his throne, before I am to marry and forever be trapped in this country." So they made plans to escape that night. Ibadul would even get to pose as the guards, which he was noticeably pleased about.