He hadn’t meditated since he was a boy. It was something his father had taught him. A tool to maintain focus. Nath had never considered himself a deep thinker, but now it seemed time to be one. His brow furrowed. He envisioned himself with wings. He envisioned himself as a dragon. He slammed his fists into the bed. “Drat it all!” He slung a pillow across the room. “I can make fireballs out of flames, but I can’t turn into a dragon again. This makes no sense!”He stormed out to his balcony, tripping over the feline fury’s tail. “Will you go away?”The big dragon-cat, lying down, yawned and reclosed its eyes.Nath shook his head and leaned over the balcony’s edge. It was nearing midday, and people milled about the streets, staying uniform to their daily business. He could even hear some of them singing songs and praises in his name. He folded his arms over his chest. That’s right, heap praises on the dragon who is not a dragon at all. Preposterous!The citizens of Narnum had been in unusually high spirits since the day he defeated Kryzak in the arena.
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