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Tovaar is king! No dragon shall survive his wrath, should he choose to incur it! Tovaar has mighty wings and icy breath that freezes your soul! Tovaar's scales shine with glee and his long claws ferociously rip prey apart! He is faster than the wind, stronger than the mountains, and as clever as the-

"Tovaar!" Sawyer grumbled. "Stop harassing the mice and get your lazy butt back over here." Benjamin turned to Tovaar, who had been herding mice into a bunch and leaping at them, his tiny claws catching their tails and naught much else. Ben held out an arm and Tovaar jumped and caught the younger brother's hand, then crawled up to perch on his shoulder and wrap his tail around his neck.

Tovaar even control puny humans, the hatchling muttered darkly. Sawyer shot the dragon a look and kicked the fire out. "Lead the way, Tovaar. Unless you'd like to continue chasing your mice whilst we find your dragon siblings."

Valley of Dragons not found by humans. The ice dragon puffed out his chest and pointed his nose up the mountain.

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"Have I mentioned that screeching your fury at small, hapless animals is extremly distracting?" Sawyer growled at Tovaar, then looked back to the map he held. Tovaar was silent for a moment, exchanging a glance with Ben. Then, he charged into a bush, scattering a family of squirrels. He snapped his teeth down on a furry brown tail and roared-or squeaked his triumph to the sky.

"Tovaar!" Sawyer snapped, as menacing to the ice dragon as it was to the squirrel. "Quiet! I'm working!" Tovaar looked a bit hurt, but greedily ate the squirrel anyways. Tovaar is getting to be a mighty hunter. Soon he shall feast on large deer and cowering villagers. The hatchling gave a small rumbling noise, much like the purr of a cat.

"Look," Sawyer turned angrily to Tovaar. "If you can find us the valley, you can exclaim your brilliance to all the animals that you want, but you've lost your way, haven't you? So-"

Suddenly, the dragon perked it's head up. This way, riders. I can smell the malcontent of fighting and the malice of winning!

Ben and Sawyer followed, the elder brother shouting after the white bag of scales, "You ridiculous hatchling, that doesn't make any sense!" Tovaar purred again. It does to a dragon's nose!


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For further reference:

Sawyer and Benjamin:
Brothers. Riders.
Ben is mute. Sawyer is easily ticked off.

Tovaar:
Ice Dragon Hatchling.

Sawyer almost sighed in relief as they reached the top of the mountain path. He briefly flicked a strand of hair from his eyes and stared down into the fog. He groaned. Fog. Sweeping his gaze over the valley with one last glare, he sighed and turned to the ice dragon. "What's with the impenetrable fog?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

Tovaar knows humans cannot see Valley. The dragon leaped down from the shoulder of Ben and stood next to Sawyer with a small squeak. Tovaar knows that the fog you humans see is not real. Fog is a disguise made by the dragons. Fog is Magick. The hatchling shook itself and peered into the valley.

A sudden roar echoed through the air and a thin, purple dragon burst through the fog, followed by a large, black one. Ben crouched next to Tovaar and lifted the dragon up again. Saywer narrowed his eyes at the dragons and the purple twisted and extended it's claws. A small skirmish ensued and Tovaar growled. Shadow dragon is encroaching on nature dragon's territory. He looked to Ben. This cannot be allowed.

"There's nothing we can do." Sawyer sighed. "We are people. They are dragons. An you're a baby." He made a face and turned to look at his twin. "Unless you can think of something. Any ideas?"

Ben glared in answer and Tovaar looked upset. Wait! The ice hatchling fluttered his wings. You're riders! Tovaar thinks you can give them a distraction. You can make them want you instead of territory.

Sawyer looked thoughtful. "That doesn't sound like the best idea, Tovaar. I'd rather not get ripped apart by dragons." He glanced at Ben with a questioning glance. Benjamin shrugged and started down the side of the mountain.