A whole week had passed. One Mountain was now completely empty. Only Shenhal and his master Luke remained on the mountain.
Luke had spent a long time trying to get used to Shenhal and even practised riding the back of the enormous Ancient Dragon.
He had failed.
The Ancient Dragon was too big.
Luke, however, refused to give up, trying again and again. Shenhal, unable to endure any longer, had shrunk himself using the magic in his body in a way Luke could never have imagined.
Simply so that Luke could ride on his back.
Even though Shenhal still had his old appearance, with this transformation spell, he had shrunk from a length of 100 metres to about 60 metres, and his width had also decreased significantly.
Luke, on the other hand, had gathered the miraculous plants on One Mountain and gotten used to his Ancient Dragon, and everything was now in perfect order.
