Upon hearing the command, "Drink the medicine," the young dragon shivered with such intensity that it jolted to its feet, its instincts screaming for escape.
She had fully anticipated fleeing, but fate played a trick. Unbeknownst to her, her sweeping dragon tail had been unwittingly trapped under the heavy foot of the turtle.
Without freedom of her tail, how could she possibly sprint away? No wonder turtle had fallen silent earlier; he must have detected her anxious aura before she had even noticed his foot on her tail.
"Turtle, you're standing on my dragon tail," she said, her voice a mix of irritation and desperation.
Turtle, understanding the distress he caused, quickly lifted his foot, freeing the distressed dragon.
Escaping was a futile dream. The young dragon knew she lacked the strength to contend with the formidable evil dragon Lance.