#181, The Dragon Part 13

They walked up the main thoroughfare of the town until they came to a small house tucked in between two taller buildings. It had a small yard in front and not much else. Liam’s mother put a key in the door and opened the door. They passed into a large atrium with a long hall leading to where Liam didn’t know. Liam stepped back out the front door. He looked at the tiny front of the house. “How?” He said to no one in particular. 

“How what?” Said a little voice below him. 

Liam looked down to find a gnome standing there in full battle gear. 

“Sorry…”

“Horace…names Horace. I’m the house’s security gnome.”

“Sorry Horace. I was just perplexed by how small the house is on the outside but how big it is on the inside.”

The gnome knitted his eyebrows together. “Do you not remember the warding spell?”

“No,”

“Then the spell must be working. Well I don’t have time to chit chat. Appointed rounds you know…well I guess you don’t.” He turned and sprinted into the bushes

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#99, The Dragon Part 2

“Where did you come from?” Liam stepped back. “Where’d the dragon go?”

She smiled a smile which encapsulated Liam. “So many questions. I might ask you why you brought me here and in the same manner, who are you?”

“I’ll have you know I am Liam, owner of these stables. As to why I brought you here I have no answer because I’ve never seen you before.”

“Are you daft one named Liam? Surely you remember leading me out of the woods and into your stables. I could not fly away cause my wings are clipped…”

Liam lifted his hand. “Hold it, hold it. You’re telling me you’re the dragon from the woods.”

“Yes, my name is Katar. I was the dragon until you broke the spell. I don’t know how you did it but I am thankful.”

#95, Where

“Where are we?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“Well it was your GPS which brought us here.”

“Hey, I was only following her directions.So if we’re lost it’s her fault.”

“Wait, you’re blaming the GPS?”

“No, yes. Hey wait…look we can ask the little girl up there.”

“Excuse me little girl. “Where are we?”

“Hey, hon why is she soaking wet?”

“I don’t know.”

She looked at them. Her skin was ashen in color. “I need a ride home. Can you give me a ride home.”

“Sure, hop in the back.”

She opened the door and hopped in. 

“Where to?”

“Just down the road.”

“John are you sure about this?”

“Carol, she’s just a little girl who needs some help. Besides we can get directions from her parents.”

They drove to the address the little girl gave them. When they turned to ask her about her parents giving them directions she was gone. All that was left was a wet spot on the seat.