The air still held a slight chill, but as the sun peered over the top of the distant mountain peaks, it seemed to offer promise of a warm sunny day. Lichen hung from the enormous trees, resembling long white beards. William’s eyes grew wider and wider, when he noticed the bluebell flowers turn into tiny fairies as they fell from the vines that twisted up the tree trunks. Forest flowers of every colour peeped out from the tall green grass, which grew on either side of the track they followed – and strangely, he felt very comfortable, the same feeling he got when he climbed into bed at night.
Fury was proving to be quite easy-natured; at odds to his name and appearance. William quickly learned how to hold the reins and after each tumble and the arrival of a new bruise, he understood the name of his horse; it was a strong name and he liked it. He gradually adjusted himself to the horse’s rhythm.
Orrin led the two boys along the winding track, which led through ravines and deep tunnels and gave them passage into the looming mountains.
Eventually the dragon came to a stop, panting quite heavily – obviously not used to walking such a long distance.
‘This is where I shall leave you,’ he said, moving his wings as he spoke. ‘I will meet up with you later.’
‘Where are you going?’ asked William.