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Bright summer sunlight shone down on the grasslands, morning dew glittering on blades of grass that waved in a gentle breeze. It tugged at the stiff mane of the dracus who lay curled beneath a poplar tree, dozing as he took advantage of the cooler morning air. The clear sky above promised another scorching day, and he still had far to travel. Not for the first time—and certainly not the last—Leonidas wondered where his destination lay. He had a map and knew how to navigate using bo...