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I like owl city, a lot too!

I made a Nano playlist with all albums or artists that I have wanted to listen to but never have, or that have been recommended to me. The problem is, its hard to write and thumbs up every song I like. Lol. The playlist is made up mostly of just about anyone who Andrew Peterson mentioned in his book, Adorning the Dark, so, basically, dozens of different artists. I love Andrew Peterson’s music (favorite music artist and author) and I want to find more artists who sound like him (which is hard).

Today I wrote 2060 words, bringing me to a total of 5592.

Favorite scene that I wrote today:

On his face he wore a mask that looked strangely dragon-like. In the forehead of the mask, was a white jewel. As soon as Jay saw it, he thought of the Mask of Festivals, with its white jewel, and the mask he had taken from the mask-thief with its white jewel. And then the man spoke.

                “I am the Ambassador to the Dragons, and the Dragon-friend. I have returned. I have returned to deliver you from the torment of men, and to make you once again the rulers of the worlds.” He raised his arms high above his head as his voice boomed off the rocks.

                Jay sat in shocked horror at the man’s voice. His voice had the exact same inhuman sound to it as the mask-thief’s had. But this couldn’t be the mask-thief, could it? Could the Dragon Ambassador who Jay was to help really be the mask-thief?

                Jay couldn’t understand it.

                Behind the Dragon-friend, the huge white curtain opened again, and all the dragons raised their wings. Jay wasn’t at the right angle to see what was standing behind it, but somehow he could sense that it was something more powerful than anything he had ever seen. He glanced at Vromidon and saw that he had his wings half raised as well, and his eyes were fixed on the curtain, though Jay knew he also couldn’t see what was behind it.

                Then a huge white head, adorned with a white crown of twisted spikes, rose into the cavern, followed by a huge dragon body, all dazzling white. He was the dragon from Jay’s dream, only brighter and more majestic. He was possibly smaller, but that didn’t take away from his power at all. Also, he had wings, unlike the dream-dragon, but he kept them folded up unlike the other dragons all around.

                He stood incredibly tall, and Jay shrunk back behind his stalagmite, worried that the dragon would see them. Vromidon stayed frozen, except for his wings, which he outstretched even further. It looked as though he didn’t even realize it. The ambassador didn’t bow, but he stood small beside the huge dragon.

                The white dragon then spoke: “I am King YOR,” he said, and his name sounded strange, like a sound Jay had never heard before. “This is my captain, the Ambassador. He leads us and his people to war against insolent men.”

                Jay heard Vromidon whispering dazed beside him. “I have heard the pronunciation of the name of the King Unpronounceable.”

                Jay nudged Vromidon. “What is he?” he whispered in awe.

                Vromidon blinked, apparently out of his reverie, and he turned to look sadly at Jay. “That is your enemy, Jay. Once my master, but now, my enemy too. I have chosen the Dragon-friend. He is a Winged Titan, the last of the Winged Titans.”

                “But he just said that the Dragon-friend is his captain. If you followed the Dragon-friend, wouldn’t you also be following the Winged Titan king?” Jay asked.

                “I do not think the Dragon-friend is fallen that easily,” Vromidon said.

                “Do you mean, that you think he’s only pretending to be a friend of the dragon king?”

                Vromidon took a long time before answering. “Either that, or, he is not the Dragon-friend at all.”

                “How do we know who the Dragon-friend is really, if anyone can just say they are he?”

                “Ah, Jay. That is the question. We can know the true Ambassador by how he bears himself, is he gracious and loving? Does he seek peace? Is he a man of integrity? And most of all, how does he give up? Those are the questions that must be asked of the dragon-friend,” Vromidon said, and Jay could tell he was remembering something.

                “’How he gives up?’ What do you mean by that?” Jay asked.

                “I do not know. My mother told me those things, but I do not know what they mean. I am still young too, you know,” Vromidon said, with a twinge of sadness in his voice.