Golden Treasure The Great Green-plaza Guide

The hunt for the Golden Treasure had begun.

Kur didn't know the word "anarchist" or "eco-terrorist." He only knew that the two-legged ones who brought his meat were suddenly screaming, and that new two-legged ones in green masks were smashing the feeders and releasing the caged lizards. They moved fast, their hands covered in symbols that looked like a broken tooth. Golden Treasure The Great Green-PLAZA

A Klaxon. Not the deep, organic groan of a dying tree, but the flat, panicked scream of a machine. The lights in the Habitat flickered and died. The glass walls shimmered, then went dark. The hunt for the Golden Treasure had begun

"Go," the human hissed. "Run. Be wild ." A Klaxon

The PLAZA rebels stopped running. They turned and stared.

They will try to put me back in the box. They will try to cut the Green. They will try to silence the Song. But I am Kur. I am the scale and the claw and the memory of the First Fire. And the Great Green is not a place. It is a dragon that has been sleeping for ten thousand years.

But he was not a creature of the glass box.