"Time for the final sparring match."
That was all Treeda had to say as the largest of the young dragons bowed in honor and flapped her wings.
Oli sauntered to the center of the arena with utmost nonchalance.
What no one heard was Oli's telepathic jab to the humble referee.
'Gramps, I'll get you all back for this. Just wait and see.'
Lord Uutrai retained his steady smile as he replied in secret.
'Good luck, Oli. You'll need it this time. Consider this a graduation from your crash course training under me. And, of course, I wouldn't let this final test be easy.'
'This was all your doing?!'
Oli's eyes shot wide open as his lingering glance hooked onto the dragon chief.
'This wasn't Zelsh's doing? Or Treeda's? You've got to be kidding me!'