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You look with a rising heartbeat as you hear the roars of other dragons within the stadium.

It's time to make your dreams come true.

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The stadium is made of a smooth but old type of stone with thick blue embroidery covering the bottom, appearing to go all around the base. As you look further up, you spot a large, red, though embarrassingly torn outstretched tapestry. As you draw closer to the stadium, you spot drawings of dragons on the walls; they all seem to be roaring.

You move slowly, forced to wait for those in front of you to clear a path. It doesn't seem like the crowd is at all bothered about being in such close proximity to a dragon. The lack of attention, whether desired or not, is strange compared to the recognition that you receive when wandering around town. These people are probably used to such sights, recently more so than any other time."Silvertwister, if you would," you say, tapping Silvertwister on the side.

"What do I look like? Your personal ram? You move 'em," he huffs, and for a minute you think he's about to lay down in his spot. He doesn't, but he makes it clear that you asking him for help was the wrong thing to do. You sigh and keep moving with the crowd, the time ticking away.

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