Faefnir rumbled in his chest deeply and went to the spot where Emrhyst's body was buried. He looked down at it, the scales already falling off the corpse, her eyes closed in the peaceful everlasting sleep of death. As he looked at his longtime friend, Faefnir couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and weakness. This could be anybodies fate, even my own. He sighed a dragon sigh as his sad, soul-piercing blue eyes took in the body. Then, all of a sudden, he raised his head to the great desert sky and roared, long and mournful, in memory of his friend, who had left him in all but the mind that was immortalized in her Eldunari.

My bad news:
Almost everybody on the site decides to criticize my work.
My partners in a school project reject all my ideas.
My friend on the street didn't want to play with me.
My uncle is very sick.
My dad is mad at me because I didn't wash my hands
My teacher wants to inflict numerous tests on us.
Our music teacher yells at us for no reason.

So, ya. That is my bad news. It isn't significant, but has a huge effect on emotions and thoughts.

Please join me in a extremely loud fan scream to get Erin Hunter to FINISH HER 4th series 4th book.