Chapter 4 But ShadowMaster took one look at Ash's scales and yelped, his ghost-like eyes widening. Ash stared down at her blood-red scales, which were covered in dirt and moss. She stepped forward. "I'm not THAT ugly," Ash snapped in outrage. But ShadowMaster had stepped (Or hovered) forward, raising his well-concealed dagger as if he was going to chop off her head. Before he had made a final motion, a gang of peasant dragonlets had stepped forward, raising their snouts with dignity. "Hey now," said a male with a raspy voice. "No need to hurt the lady." By then guards had stepped in, flailing weapons midair. "FOOLS!" ShadowMaster cried. As the soldiers were getting chewed out, Ash and the peasants slid out. Ash felt vines coiling around her. {NO,} she thought. {I'm NOT getting tied up again.} So Ash calmed down, letting flames smother her and feel the vines vanish. She shook herself. "Phew," she began, and cocked her head at the newcomers. "And who are you?"
