11 Ch11-Will We Connect？

CHAPTER 11 WILL WE CONNECT? Drake and Griffith walked farther into the tunnel. Drake looked down at his Dragon Stone. Will Worm and I be able to connect? he wondered. When they reached the end of the tunnel, Drake ran to Worm's cave. The dragon was curled up, sleeping.

"Hi there! I know you don't know me yet. But it's me, Drake!" Drake said. "I am your Dragon Master." The dragon lifted his head. He stared at Drake with his big green eyes. "I'm from the future. That's why you don't know me. You see, today I was sent back in time," Drake explained. "But in the future we'll go on a lot of missions together, and I know about your special powers."

Griffith frowned. "I do not know if this will work, Drake. Even if this dragon does have great powers," he said, "I don't think you can expect to have a strong enough connection to—" Suddenly, Drake's Dragon Stone began to glow bright green. He heard Worm's voice clearly inside his head. I feel like I know you, Worm said. Drake answered him. That's because we are good friends. I can feel our connection, Worm said. I believe you.

Drake turned to Griffith, who was staring at the Dragon Stone with wide eyes. "I see your Dragon Stone glowing," the wizard said. "I believe you now." Drake smiled. "Thanks! I am just not sure what to do next. I know that my dragon and I can transport anywhere in the world together. But he can't travel through time." "I may have a solution," Griffith said. "Ask your dragon to transport you to Casgore. Then you can ask the Time Dragon to send you back to your time."

Drake nodded. "That might work," he said. "Hopefully, I'll see you in the future, Griffith. Wish me luck." "Good luck," the wizard said. Drake reached into Worm's cave and touched his neck. "Please transport us to the home of the Time Dragon in the Land of Casgore," Drake said.

Worm's body began to glow. But just as they were about to transport, Drake heard a voice behind him. "Not so fast! Wait for me!" Beezel zoomed into the Dragon Caves. The imp jumped on top of Griffith's head, knocking off his hat. "Beezel weasel will always win it!" she cried. "Empty your head this very minute!" Griffith blinked. "No!" Drake yelled.