Yoozepode regained control of himself as he pulled his blade from the ground. He walked back to the camp where Valux sat by a fire. Yoozepode sat down next to Valux to get warmer as the heavy blanket of night found it self to the little valley. Yoozepode took some stew that was on the fire and sipped it. Though the stew tasted ugly, it was satisfying.
"What do we do now?" asked Yoozepode.
The great dragon hesitated before answering, "We choose our own paths n my friend. We must make our own history in this time of chaos. We are to travel south, to the snowy mountains. I do not know if my friend is still there, but if he is, he can help us."
"Well, we will leave that adventure for tomorrow." said Yoozepode with tiredness, "I am going to make myself comfortable in one of those tents."
With that, the two friends set off in deep sleep, knowing somehow, that they were safe, atleast until danger restored itself among them...
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