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Casablanca pushed with her cheek its white skin, which was softer and
finer than her dragon former. She found the seat was dirty with blood.
She touched her left cheek in a hurry. The wound was healed completely.
Or the horrible accident in the cave was also her illusion?

Someone must have come here flying on the dragon. Casablanca looked
for the student of the Warlock among the unfamiliar country people. A
stout man was getting near to her with a baby wrapped with striking
pattern cloth. Tom, the Troll warrior hero defeating his bad master
and Daisy, the only baby rescued from the horrible murder in the
library by Tom and his comrades. The student was nowhere.

“So long, Sarah.”
The lady at the seashore swayed her hand with smiling in her memory.

…Who are you? My mother? And who is Sarah?
No one answered. They were now crazing with joy around the new hero.

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“It's flying! Really our luck dragon has come back!”
The country people ran after it to her with joy , which wasn’t smart
with a lot of meaningless goods around its body. On its back, new wood
child-seat plates were shining in line with the summer rising sun, the
plates which were alike tombstones of thirty sacrifice children found
in the ancient library in the beginning that year.

Casablanca reminded of a sea leaf dragon fish suddenly. How she'd missed
it? On a sea shore somewhere, she was crying and wouldn’t move there.

“Don’t scold her, please. She is four years old yet.”
A lady was smiling with the leaf dragon fish. It might be sick.

…You came back to me. In spite of I had named you Snowy Leaf when my
father present me in my twelve years old birthday, I'd never noticed
it’s you. I’m sorry, I've spoiled you, my first friend in my life.

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Casablanca awaked by the babies crying. Root-like risings from the wall
of the cave had stopped providing tree-milk at last. It was quite dark
in the cave and only the entrance was light, where the dog’s silhouette
wasn’t any more. It had vanished. Leaving the two crying babies,
Casablanca walked staggering out of the cave.

On the rock surface by the entrance of the cave, were drawn the flowered
tree with characters SAKURA by punching with something hard, which
sounds she had misheard shooting allows, Casablanca guessed.

“So long!”

A voice came behind her. It was like strong fresh wind, went through
her body, healed her organs, swayed her each cells and let be floated a
white lump a hundred meters far.

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When Casablanca tried through the little dog to go out, it suddenly
attacked her. Its fang reached her left cheekbone. If she hadn’t
slipped and lost her balanced, her throat should have been bitten off.
She was rolling around on the floor in pain and surprised. She
reminded of the scene the wild mother dog dead bitten its throat off
by someone, remaining only the dog and the abandonded baby.

The footsteps faded out. Silence came again. She noticed the fountain
had stopped and the water reflected her swelling face in dirt. The moss
on the wall lost its fresh color. The cave became darker and hotter.
And the dog continued watching out growling low at the entrance of the
dying cave.

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The noise of shooting arrows had continued for an hour. A child dog had
been growling at the entrance of the cave. Nearly a couple of months
had already passed and it’s the first time the outer sound heard until
there. Then her country accents were heard quite near of her. The
battle ended.

“Casablanca is here, help me,please! Sea-elf princess, Casablanca is
here in the cave! They push me in!”

Her father must had read her rune letter, which guided his men here
correctly. Her father wouldn’t forgive the chattering rude lad, who
would plan to gain money using her dragon with his comrade.

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“Now my chattering end. The Gem of the Firetop Montain attracts new
devils. They come soon noticing something happen on the host of this
mountain. He remains his sign all around me to attract them. He tests
me. He’s given me one more chance to save innocent peoples. Talking
about your white dragon, it might be a monster or not, it attracts
devils, too like a gem. So you pray your dragon modestly please in my
secret room. I wouldn’t fight with any dragon hunters, especially in
the seaside countries…”
The student of the Warlock became silent.

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“As foolish country people have damaged the library documents and wild
dogs live there, no readers are needed any more perhaps. I would bring
up the baby as my own child. To tell the truth, I’ve prepared a girl's
name already. If you go out now. you can’t meet him nor get any your
dragon's remaining. He’s busy to reconstruct a luck dragon from yours
somewhere. He looks to have learned much black magic himself through
recently gloomy battles. Anyway to show the people the luck dragon,
it’s the only way you go out from this country safely.”

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“The Ancient Library is the oldest spot remain until now in our blog
world, I heard. Every story was already written in the books somewhere
there. From when beginning I don’t know but the wild dogs had taken
care of the library and waited the selected readers. They didn’t remain
their name and we couldn’t get little information of them but if your
talking is true, the library might've selected and guarded the baby
you’ve found there as the new reader.”

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“We had better not introduce each other for a while. The name attracts
the enemies. You must hide here until I sweep out all them. Later you’ll
be told the boy’s name. No, I don’t have a baby. The country people are
crazy now. They try to kill all talented children or appearance strange
babies as devil’s sons. Already over thirty've been sacrificed. That’s
enough! That’s why I've saved the orphan baby from the people.”

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“Hey! You've surprised the baby. I ask you to take care of it here
until this troublesome battle really close. A week or a month later,
who knows. It’s a boy. Which is your baby? You aren’t the mother?
Who takes the milk until now then? Look at me. How old are you? You
are a sea-elf, aren’t you? Welcome to my home, the sea-elf! Super!”