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"So we were able to keep our vision and our sense of smell," Wynn muttered a half hour after the sun had gone down. "Yet, like our dragon powers and our ability to transform into dragons, we loose our strength and can't even break these stupid grass ropes!"

"Keep your voice down," Shalimar hissed. "When that Taomn guy gets here, if he gets in range of our legs..."

"You better belive I'll snap his neck!" Wynn growled.

Suddenly, there was a rustling in the underbrush and a completely bald caveman stepped into a beam of moonlight. He had both arms held behind his back. You two not like others.

"He can use telepathy!" Wynn said. No, we're not. It's hard to explain but somehow this world has sapped us of our real powers.

How so? the caveman sent.

These forms we are in are for saftey against people who would want to injure or kill us, Shalimar explained. Our true forms are that of dragons.

What dragon?

Giant lizards that can use magic, Wynn replied. Please, you have to help us. Shalimar is a princess of another world--

Creators of this world? the caveman thought. The girls could feel the sudden anger radiating off him in waves.

No, Shalimar replied quickly. We don't even know who created this world. Like you, we woke up here without knowing what had happened to cause us to wake up here.

Sperling-naq knows, the caveman said. Sperling was the man that had asked Toamn who they were. He wake up before. He thinks YOU creators of this world.

We're not though! Wynn said.

Favv not think so, the caveman thought; lowering his arms to his side. Held in his hand were stone axes. Before the girls could react, the caveman threw the axes.