Blue finally put Bolt down, and he stared off into the dark,
trying to see.
"Don't bother baby bear." The dragon patted him
heavily on the head. "You won't see a thing in this light."
It was pitch black.
It was quiet here, it felt small and enclosed, and Bolt
wondered if they were alone.
"What do you want Blue?"
There was the sound of wings extending.
"You are mine." Blue roared.
Bolt flinched back, Blue's eyes were red dots of light in
the dark.
Bolt shivered and wished for his sword, for Chester, for
anyone.
He got to his feet, shaking, but determined.
"You don't want to do this Blue."
The dragon laughed.
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