up, wiped the mud from his clothes, and looked around the clearing. Nothing could be seen and he explained that the cracking of the branches was due to some small animal. He looked to the edge of the forest and noticed that the dead body of the dragon was no longer there. His explanation was that Lyria had probably taken him with her.Again he heard a soft crack and was now curious what was causing the noise. He went in the direction from which the sounds came.
Deeper and deeper into the forest, he followed the sound of branches breaking. Whenever he stalked close, the noise disappeared and reappeared a short time later a little further away from him. For hours as it seemed he was following the cracking of the branches and he almost succumbed to the exhaustion that bothered him, but something told him to go on. His legs threatened to collapse under him and also huge hunger tormented him and yet he walked on, leaning on his sword.
"What am I doing here, that's just a waste of time. Who knows if I'll ever manage to catch up with what I've been following across the forest for hours." When Dawin had finished the sentence, he collapsed. As he fell he saw a white figure approaching him. "This is my end!" is his last thought, then darkness came.