1: The Hero of the Lake - Part Eighteen
Updated: Oct 5, 2020
“Well, I did yell at it, but not in the way of the elves, if that’s what you mean. I wouldn’t even want to think like a dragon, Kara. There was evil in his eyes, evil such as I have never seen. I would not learn their ways enough to communicate with them.” He paused for a moment.
“You know what is truly troubling me, Kara?”
She looked at him inquisitively.
“I told you I saw intelligence in its eyes, and evil too. But I saw something else. It makes no sense, but the more I think about it the more I know it’s true. Kara, I saw recognition in its eyes before it fled!”
“Recognition? How would it know you?”
“This is what I keep asking myself. Why would a dragon recognize me? Yet those eyes were very expressive and what I saw was recognition. Though of what I cannot say.”
“It recognized my big brother, that’s what!” She smiled as she said this, but then turned serious again.
“We must ask the elves the next time we speak with them. Perhaps they know the answer to dragons,” said Kara quietly. They walked quietly along the path, far from the crowds and noise. As they were approaching the path to their own house, Felanar stopped suddenly. He turned toward his sister and said, “Come, Kara, there is someone who needs more support than those mindless crowds at the inn can provide.”
He led his sister toward the house of the man who had been killed, explaining his feelings along the way. Kara, hearing about the scene at the dock, felt her heart break at the telling. They soon arrived at the house. It was a modest dwelling, for this had been a modest family. The house spoke of care from those who tended it, but not of wealth or power. It was a simple home for a fisherman and his family.