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The dragon growled softly. His empathic nature could sense that Jasper tensed up when he was kicked. He pushed Jasper off of the cliff and into the river.
 
Jasper dove benieth the surface, not moving a muscle. As soon as he was under the water and out of sight he opened his wings and let the water push him downstream. He crawled out and shook the water from his scales, flying low to the ground he circled the mountain, unseen by the black dragons. He crept up and hid behind some boulders, listening to what they were saying.
 
He said no more, and they all laid down next to the pit. The other two dragons swooped in, and also laid down. Geralda lay in the cold, dark pit, barely rgaining conciousness. She lifted up her weak neck and looked up; seeing nothing but black, she went back to sleep.
 
Genevieve watched, feeling quite confused. What was going on? She wasn't sure who the good guys were, and didn't want to help the wrong set of dragons.
 
Jasper waited a few more moments until he was sure the black dragons were sleeping, then crept slowly into the cave. "Geralda" He hissed so quietly he had a hard time hearing himself
 

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