"Second time? When was the first time?"
At her question, Arthur replied, "The time you were taken by the slave traders along with the elves and you saved a young elvish child. You don't remember what happened after you fell from the cliff, do you?"
Images after images flashed in her mind as she tried to recall that fateful night. She remembered falling from the cliff but then… everything was dark.
There was a five years old elvish child with her at that time.
"Rulas," Veronica said. "That's the boy's name."
"Do you remember becoming a dragon at that time?" Arthur inquired.
Veronica shook her head.
She told him, "No, not at all. But I had this kind of similar back pain. Rulas' father knew medicine. He treated us after we fell from the cliff. He didn't say anything."
