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The villagers cowered while Borate screamed, uncertain what would happen next. Shana noticed the terror-stricken expressions on their faces and touched Borate, silencing him.

Borate looked around, making sure no other threats were present, and then dropped the dragon’s heart in the dirt.

The villagers heaved a collective sigh of relief when Borate lay down at Shana’s feet. They timidly walked out, gathering around the two.

Alomar ran to Borate and threw his arms around his neck. “Thank you for saving us, Borate,” he stated. Then, lowering his head, he added, “I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

Borate nuzzled Alomar under the chin, “You are welcome.”

Shana’s parents stepped cautiously toward Borate. Alomar moved aside so they could speak.

“Thank you for protecting us, and taking care of Shana,” Shana’s mother said. “I do not know why you are here, but I am glad.”

“I am here because of Shana,” Borate told her. “We are meant to be together. She called to me, even though she did not realize it.”

“Then you are staying?” Shana’s father inquired.

Borate shook his head, “I am staying.”

Shana’s smile radiated warmth throughout the village at this news, putting her fear of Borate leaving to rest. Raising her hands, she went to work putting the village back together.

The End