He had only just stepped out of the Duolinge Wetlands, the Black Dragon Lord's lair. David Uthos, who had appeared so warm and generous in front of his own mother, then revealed his 'ferocious true face' to the three small black dragons. He slapped two contracts, thick as dictionaries, in front of the two black hatchlings,
"Come on, be good and sign this Magical Contract. Become my 'foster sons,' alright? Our journey has just begun."
Seeing a young Red Dragon baring its teeth and a youthful Green Dragon glaring fiercely, it was clear there was no chance of escape at such close quarters.
The black dragon brother looked wary and struggled, while his little black dragon sister had burst into violent sobs,
"What exactly do you want us to do? Can you let Viola go, please? I can pay a ransom. I can give you thirty, no, forty pounds of treasure. It will just take some... some time to raise."
