I sat on a boulder nearby and then abruptly leaped up with a yell. ouch. That was hot. Stupid Smoke. I sighed trying to figure out what the Smoke had said. Why on earth had it been a dragon though??? And it had spoken to me! I looked around into the night. But the smoke rarely talks to people… it just forms shapes and tells a story by the shapes it makes. I kicked the boulder in frustration. ouch. Why a dragon? And if I was special enough to be talked to why did it have to be in a stupid riddle? The stars twinkle down at me with iridescent happiness that makes me calm down but then a small pestering though entered my head But why? I’m not special at all.