Dragon Spell Fated Touch

The creature was as bulky as the jolly elf, but that’s where the resemblance ended. A small, dark hole led into the interior of the ancient plant. His porcine captors kept him at bay. “Jealousy doesn’t suit anyone, especially a hot-blooded dragon,” Gargan scolded him before he turned to again face the sarcophagus. His body, too, expanded and in a moment he had changed his form into another bone dragon, though his bones were of a more pinkish color than gray.