1 Dream Weaver

The Dream Portal

CHAPTER 1

Dream Weaver Clara Gills stood in the village of the kingdom of Wrenly. What am I doing here? she wondered. I know I came here for a reason, but what was it? She couldn't seem to remember. The streets were empty. The shops were shuttered, and there wasn't a single street vendor to be seen. "HELLO?" Clara called. "Anybody?"

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Nobody answered. The entire land was quiet… too quiet. Clara looked toward the castle where her best friend, Prince Lucas, lived. A dark blue-and-pink mist hung over the castle. The mist swirled wildly, and the castle seemed strangely run-down and haunted. With a gasp, Clara cupped her hand over her mouth. There must be some kind of strange magic at work! she thought. She quickly ran to her father's bakery and found the front door wide open. Inside, loaves of bread lined the shelves and counters, like normal. Clara sniffed the air. Instead of smelling fresh bread, the bakery smelled musty and stale. She picked up a loaf of bread. It was rock-hard and dotted with fuzzy green spots.

"Mold?!" she said. "My father would never sell moldy bread!" Then Clara realized her father was nowhere to be seen. She dropped the stale bread and raced up the lane toward the castle. She had to find Lucas. Something was very, very wrong. As she turned a corner, Clara spotted the prince's red dragon trotting in the street.