Ch. 3-Oak Oak stirred and opened her eyes. She was in some sort of bag. It was dark and cramped. The bag swung in a dragon's talons. What's going on? She thought before she felt a little nausea after being swung around. “Ugh.” She moaned groggily. “She’s coming too. Better dart her again.” a high pitched voice said. “No, we are almost there.” a squeaky voice said. “Why?” a deep voice grumbled. “Just, she must join the order, so…yeah let’s let her see.” the high pitched voice said again. Suddenly, the bag was opened and she adjusted her eyes to the light. Four dragons stood in front of her. They were all hybrids. The one who was holding the bag was meaty and thick. He was a mud-leaf hybrid. He had a scar over left eye, which was swollen and closed. His tail was huge and was as thick as a tree trunk. “Just because I have one good eye, doesn't mean that I can’t fight. Do not attempt to run away.” He growled. A colorful dragon waved at Oak. She was a rain-ice hybrid. She had a pouch around her neck, carefully placed in between her spikes.. That pouch might have the darts Oak realized. “Hi! I’m Aurora.” She said in a cheerful, high pitched voice. “You know me.” Vengenceflame said. Oak now realized he was a night-sky hybrid. The last dragon made Oak’s heart thump like mad.
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