“ And so young one that is the story I wish to tell you told. There is not much time before you have to leave again and it is nearly done.” (???)
The young Drakan child lifted from her chest and went to her knees. “ So is Peter your name?” (young drakan)
The amulet’s light in the hole in front of her faded. “ Among many. You are not ready for me yet young one. When you are in need most come to me and you shall have my aid.” (Peter)
The Drakan child chuckled. “ You say that every time I leave.” (young drakan)
Peter chuckled. “ I suppose so.” (Peter)
The Drakan child stood and brushed the dust off of her raggedy covering and the ends of her missing wings cast a shadow behind her as the amulet’s light dimmed. “ Before I go tell me what happened to them.” (young drakan)
Peter sighed. “ They lived true to their code. They died deaths that pleased them and so on for their children and theirs. Fourteen shaman I have watched over before something bad happened. I do not know if I will have another, but I have hope.” (Peter)
Peter finally closed off the power of the amulet for another night and began to conserve his strength again. “ I always have hope heir of Draama. The one I have watched over for near five hundred years. “ (Peter)
