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YES! That is exactly what happened. And of course we can erase memories — we’re the writers! Oh, and thanks! I like that quote too 😀

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Kiark turned to Wylo, but just as he was about to open his mouth to say: “we should get a move on,” the air around them erupted with heavy, leathery beats and a hiss as of steam. Kiark whirled, his red cape flashing and curling around his legs as he drew out his sword and braced himself, snarling. What in aunt Jemimas great curdle is THAT? He thought.

Wylo had actually seen the transformation, and, startled as he was, he, too, grasped the hilt of his sword and drew it out. It is like one of the fabled silver-beings, he thought.

Then, adding more to the confusion, the fellow named Konyar started waving his arms, which soon turned into the waving of wings, and then back again. “It’s alright, everyone. That’s still Rilyn,” he called, as if calming a group of frightened children. “We’re just dragons. We can turn into human form. See?”

“Yeah! Please don’t freak out. Don’t be wimps!” Stated the other grey dragon, who was apparently the wobbly girl Rilyn.

Sure! Kiark almost retorted. I’ll stand here as useless as a pin while you tear my meat from my bones! He restrained the survival instinct to send his sword hurtling into her leathery stomach.

Wylo was disgusted with the she-dragon, and narrowed his brows. She was an impertinent thing, and most likely harmless unless she decided to be even more impertinent. He sheathed his sword again and crossed his arms. He’d let Kiark go with whatever he would do; it would be good for the prince — and it might be amusing.

“My family has long held an affinity for the dragons of our homeland, keeping them safe from dragon hunters, and partnering with them to keep the peace throughout the land,” said a man Kiark hadn’t noticed before. He carried himself with noble assurance. Well, that can be expected, since he apparently has these overgrown lizards hanging out in his yard. And did he say dragon hunters? That’s good. They can be killed, then.

Wylo glanced at the fellow who had spoken. He had a sort of special aurora about him. Maybe he was a sane, intelligent person — and he didn’t look like he wanted to harm anyone. But Wylo didn’t want to get to know any of the people — if they actually were all humans. He had once loved people, but that had changed.

Kiark lowered his sword. Things didn’t seem urgent; more like everybody was trying to introduce themselves. It was confusing. “Wylo,” he whispered under his breath, “let’s go while they’re distracted.”

The High-lord nodded, and then they backed away slowly, discreetly, until they were back at the tree line of the jungle. Then both turned and — face planted into a transparent wall set up in front of them.

“Of all the mothers of Hermit Halds, what is this?!” Kiark exclaimed, before lowering his voice. Wylo drew his sword again and drove it into the barrier. It was a jiggly, jello-like film that he couldn’t penetrate — and couldn’t see. Kiark punched it, and his fist made a dent that instantly sprang back into place. The two fellows looked at each other, both thinking,

Jak Arnoldsin’s jack-rabbits! Now we have to deal with caves and dragons.