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"Silvertwister?" you call out and run towards the forest, but a strong and loving hand catches you before you can do anything.

"Hold on there sport, where do you think you're going?" your father asks, placing you in front of him, a playful scowl on his face.

"I gotta find Silvertwister," you tell him, glancing around as if he'll appear at any moment. Your father rubs his forehead and sighs. It's a well-known fact that he dislikes the idea of Silvertwister running around on his own. Like you, he's just a baby, and he's curious about far too many things.

"Find him quickly and start your chores when you do." You nod and run off, away from the forest and towards the hayloft.

Once there, you climb up to the top of the half-undone wall. Initially, it was created to shield a room from the unrelenting storms that plagued Pernrith in the spring, but it's now reduced to nothing but your favorite play area.

You gaze around at the surrounding area aided by your newly acquired height. There's still no sight of Silvertwister, and you begin to actually believe that he's hiding from you. It wouldn't be unlike him, he's a fan of such games, especially when you all have chores to complete. You step off the edge, falling into the haystack beneath you.

Once you find your way out, you again breathe in the fresh air that surrounds you—only now you find yourself staring into the face of another. The face of a very young dragon, hardly able to call himself an adolescent.

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His snout touches your nose as the two of you continue to stare at each other. He draws back and lets out a small premature caw, wiggling out of joy to finally find his friend. Your smile widens, and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Silvertwister!" you shout as the two of you begin to wrestle in the haystack, and then onto the grassy ground nearby. You abandon his side only to run off, and in response, he gives chase. The two of you weave in between the trees and barrels, soon finding yourselves in the stables. Immediately, the horses begin to neigh in fright, despite the fact that they've crossed paths with the young dragon before.

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