The next chapter in the saga. This one's a little rough, so please bear with me and let me know what you think!&nbsp; Sorry for the weird destruction of the spaces between sentences and the like. I tried uploading three times and it comes out this way. Not sure what's happening here. I'll try to fix it later. <br /><br /><br /><br />Next: <span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="544621614" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/Chapter-6-The-Lady-of-the-Wood-544621614" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Chapter 6: The Lady of the Wood</strong>Serena wandered aimlessly through her glade. She couldn't explain her unusual restlessness this evening.It didn't seem to have a cause she could put her finger on. She simply had the feeling she needed to be elsewhere. The light from her horn flickered warningly, and she reared and spun, pointing the tip at the oncoming creature. She trembled with suppressed energy as she readied to charge whatever beast approached in case it attacked.<br />A small deer walked out from behind the dense bushes in front of her. She relaxed, privately amazed at how natural the feeling of rearing and running had become. To her, it was almost the same as breathing, even to use her magic. She did it almost without thought these days, from impressive feats such as the creation of her glade to small, trivial things that eased everyday life, such as adding flowers to her mane when she looked at the pool and gazed...<br />The pool!<br />She could have kicked herself. The pool would show her where she was needed! That was its p</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br /><br />Previous:&nbsp; <span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="542772374" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/Chapter-4-It-Wasn-t-a-Dream-542772374" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Chapter 4: It Wasn&#039;t a Dream</strong>Jake grumbled a little as he felt himself climb back into consciousness. There was an annoying light in his eyes now that insisted he get up. Had someone turned on the bloody ceiling light? It was Sunday, for crying out loud! He could afford to sleep in!<br />At last he opened his eyes to flay whoever had decided to get him up so early and stopped. He realized he wasn&#8217;t in his room, but on a comfortable bed of soft grasses in a broad meadow. The light that had awakened him wasn&#8217;t a ceiling light, but rather the sun shining down in late morning.<br />Oh. It wasn&#8217;t a dream, he thought unhappily. He thought he should be panicking far more than he was, but for whatever reason he seemed able to take his changes in stride. He eyed the wingtip that came into view as he stretched thoughtfully. He wondered if his newfound acceptance was related to being a dragon, a side-effect of whatever magic had been used on him, or if he&#8217;d had it before the whole craziness had begun. He found</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>