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// Caves 
// Story: Dragon Story 
// by Karibela 
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The dragon never gave chase, to the best of her knowledge. She looked around, flustered.



It didn't chase me. I think I'm safe. Besides, the other ponies could call it off, once I find them. No need to worry.

Even with her thoughts, she couldn't help but see the cave around her, with sinister spikes and glowing rocks that were all the more brighter. 

She could smell the scent of food even stronger, though, and the sounds of conversation, laughing. Who could laugh with that thing around?

It was getting hotter too, making her headache worsen. If it weren't for my job, I'd have used my brooch, and got out of here. Maybe I should have used it earlier... but the dragon never caused me any harm, and the princess knows it's only for dire situations, and so do I. Huh. I should stay calm before I enter their camp, or else I might scare them like that dragon did to me.

The rocks were glowing brighter. Maybe that's why it was getting hotter, too? The talk was getting louder, muffled, but loud, and she could only make out a few words... smelling the summer that ne-ver ends. 

Were they singing? It seemed so. And they were singing loudly, too. Crescent was sure it was only a few more hoofsteps before she saw the entrance, and she would breathe a sigh of relief.

Just a few more hoofsteps.

Just a few more. Smelling the summer that ne-ver ends!

She had said it to herself a few times, and the voices were still getting louder, unnaturally loud, uncomfortably. 

THE SUMMER THAT NE-VER ENDS!