The bell continued to hum – long after being struck. It was a welcome sign to all. That fact and the greater fact that we were all still standing was proof to us that the end had not come. But we did not know yet whether the risk had born fruit. I found myself contemplating whether or not we should strike it again.
Then from off in the distance an echo reached our ears. A reverberation similar in tone to that of the Crack of Doom. And then the tinkle of seven silver bells looming larger as out of the thin air, the dragon Rayjil materialized bearing on her back our friends Noralei and Gibley.
I was ecstatic with joy – flying loop de loops in the air around them. And Dunfallon clambered up beside them and squeezed both in a fierce embrace.
Only then did I notice the distraughtness in Noralei’s face. And the Queen did too.
Her Majesty asked, “What is wrong, my child?”
Noralei replied, ”You should not have brought us back. Not now. We were defeating the darkness.”