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February 16, 2011
He sinks his claws into my leg and clings to me.

"Stay," he begs. "Stay with me. Be with me. Share my magic."

"No," I tell him and shake off his clutching fingers. The blood dripping into my socks feels cold.

"Run, run, run." The yucca trees buzz. "Run before he catches you."

"Be silent," I say. "I'll do what I want. To stay or to leave is my choice. Mine."

He licks the blood and sways. The sand beneath my feet shivers.

"Run." it whispers. "Run."

But for once, his magic doesn't scare me. I am with my dragon.