The Keeper and the Dragons
Copyright© 2023 by Charly Young
Chapter 40
Northmarket District, Oldtown
The rooms in the rear of the Oracles Pawn Shop were vastly different from the clutter of the front.
All was peaceful here. The decor and ambiance would not have been out of place in a Zen Buddhist ashram.
The female, that all called the Oracle, regarded the rooms as the key to her long life.
When an emerald cloud of a being coalesced above her carefully raked white sand garden, she did as she always did when the White Lord of the Annwfn Realm came to visit.
She fell to her knees and bowed her head.
“Greetings, great lord.”
“How goes your mission, daughter.”
“The boy has triumphed. The thinning has been aborted. My sources say its creator has been dealt with. The dragon and his spawn buried the shamefulness of it beneath in a hundred feet of glassed salt-rock and rubble.”