Truth

"This was a fine trick, Edward." Fred said.

"What a peculiar choice of word, my Lord. We defeated the dragon through power of our arms, not by trickery." Edward replied with a smile.

"Didn't you find behaviour of dragon a bit weird? His sobbing and lies were childish, not becoming of a wise and terrible beast."

"Well, dragons must be not all that great. And magic blades helped us." Edward's smile became a bit strained.

"Oh, these helpful sword and dagger. How lucky I was to find them. But why blade honed against shapeshifters would be lying so close to her home? They are magical all right, but their magic is of illusion. You who call yourself Edward, you made me kill innocent woman, whom did I kill now?"

Fred draws dagger that claimed Glenda's life and hits stone wall with all force of his rage.

Dagger breaks as if it was made of glass. Everything before Fred's eyes darkens for a moment. When his sight returns...

1. Revealed dragon stands before him.
2. Room is empty.
3. Edward watches him with concern and sympathy.

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