Mother and Son

It's night, and Balto is sleeping , and he's doing a bad dream.
Balto dreamed of running away on a sea of ​​ice, from , monsters made ​​of wind in the shape of dragons.
Balto had no way of escape , the wolf-dog heard a voice .
" Balto ? " , "Eh , I think I know that voice " , đã đưa ý kiến the dog, chó sói, sói , and bạn will see the image , " Jenna ! " Balto screams , "Do not be afraid , Balto I am with bạn " , Balto tries to go to her, but the image of Jenna disappeared , and the ice, came out of a big and gigantic ice dragon , Balto stopped, the wolf-dog , had no way of escape the dragon ghiacio opened...

My name is Jane. No last name, for now. (Though, most of bạn may know me as Jane Porter; that is not my real last name.) I am on the run and it is best not to give away too much information about myself. I can tell bạn I am a researcher and, as of recently, a writer as well. I have spent a great deal of my time reading, but I have never been one to be interested in fiction. I'm telling bạn this, dear reader, in order for bạn to understand that this story is not fiction. I have done my research on the events in this story and I assure bạn it's all true. It is because of this story that I find...