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1. Messengers Of Christmas- Mannheim Steamroller
2. Isolate- Snakadaktal
The White Queen had slain the Dragon- at least that was popular legend.
"Stop right there Miss!" said the ogre gruffly. Astira paused & weighed her options.
"Where's your press pass?" He asked.
Astira looked into the eyes & mind of the guard- she soothed the course contours of his emotion, then reshaped his thoughts with a light subliminal touch.
"Well girl, get moving, go on inside. And Merry Christmas!" He smiled warmly & held open the door.
"Thanks 4 U. Good Xmas 2 U."
Astira rushed inside. A vast banquet hall stretched far & wide. A pungent aroma of roast meat, bread, spiced apple pies & heavy ale filled the air. Musicians played lutes & guitars. Pandemonium reigned.
Suddenly a young boy broke out from the crowd. He ran crazily toward Astira. Then he stumbled, lost his balance & careened into her body. Astira jumped & grabbed the crazy boy. He laughed & shoved a crumpled wad of paper into her hand. Then he let go & ran away.
Astira stood bemused for a moment- then she discreetly opened the wad of paper. In her hand she saw a crude drawing of an owl.
"Why the Druid Nebula?" asked Princess Lei.
The Dragon waved his hand like a magic wand through the galactic hologram.
"The Druid Nebula lies on the cusp of the Mule's psychological wave. Our galactic psychohistory is now one gigantic Plan B."
Princess Lei paused uncomfortably, not sure whether to believe the dramatic musings of the Dragon. But if they were true....
Her thoughts drifted back in time to the Count. It was the one year anniversary of their expedition to Kiritimati & the Pearl of Dreams- the hidden 9th wonder of the galaxy. She had doubted that too- until she saw the dream come true with her own eyes. So she decided to keep an open mind about the Dragon. Perhaps he wasn't as crazy as he seemed to be.
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