e noticed that he was staring
at his right hand, the black scar on it’s palm that showed as a hairy star
and a black dot on it’s back. He pondered calling forth powers that
were even greater than his wizardly knowledge, and paid for by dear cost.
Dragons were kin to the same magick energies of this world, but this was
from beyond. “Perhaps-” he thought.
This hesitance nearly cost the man his life,
for a flash of light signaled that the dragon was upon him and moving at
such a speed that he could not hope to sidestep. Desprately, he ran,
forgetting any strategy he had planned. He knew many combat spells,
but none were anywhere near powerful enough to slay a dragon with one hit.
As he ran, the dragon shot through the air just above the sand, its claws
leaving raking deep trails in it.
Perhaps it was last minute inspriation, though
more likely desperation, but Woodbead pulled the bead from his sleeve pocket
which he had focused an ‘air cushion’ spell on it. He threw it at
the dragon, activating it in its face as the great maw burned with the
heat of another flame blast.
Instantly, the air shimmered and warped around the
beast, until it’s neck and arms were covered by what seemed to be a gelatain.
The dragon was slowed by this, though it still pushed the cushion with
it, now causing a great depression in the sand instead of raking claws.
It seemed like time had slowed down again, but this would be only for an
instant. The dragon, now even more enraged, howled and pushed at
the spell. Energy, cracling like purple lightning covered every part
of it’s body covered by the majick and fought it. A spell that would
last minutes unless dispelled earlier would not last seconds against such
an opponent.
As Woodbead used this instant to run to the side,
Ayeesha climbed back into the saddle, then pulled a hidden knife from her
dress. She cut the saddlebag quickly and jumped off just as the dragon
pushed through the magick and shot off again into the sky. She did
not say anything to him, but started franticly rummaging through her saddlebag.
Woodbead quickly wondered how he could fend off
the dragon. If he could extend its range, a kinetic blast might shatter
one of it’s wings, but it could easily move faster than him on land and
especially in the shallow water. Fire would minimally hurt it.
What forces could he use that would save his life?
“Do it again!” Ayeesha said loudly to him, catching
his eyes in a stern, urgent look. As he saw the distant flame getting
brighter he knew that she meant his ‘air cushion’ spell again. She
had something in mind, which was why she was going through her saddlebag
rather than escaping.
Facing the growing fire, Woodbead plucked a carved
bead from his large string of beads, strung around over his shoulder to
his waist. He pushed his mind into a concentration pattern and focused
on the bead. His mind wove subtle thoughts which pushed into the
fabric of reality, then vibrated, making small white waves resonate into
the bead. An untrained eye would not see this, but would still see
the bead softly glowing with a blue-white glow.
The dragon burst through the mist, now charging
at him at maximum speed. It’s eyes were still mad with hatred while
it’s fanged mouth again began to glow, the wind blowing a trail of flame
behind out the corners.
This time, Woodbead was ready for it. He flicked
the bead right into the dragon’s face, again enveloping it in a cushion
of air made jello-like with magick cohesion. With more preperation,
the spell was much stronger. Still, it was no match for the Dragon’s
inner magick and again the beast’s hide began to flicker rapidly with purple
lightning as it pushed it's way through the spell.
Woodbead stepped aside, and Ayeesha ran forward
quickly. She held an open bottle with a blue liquid in it, then splashed
it in the dragon’s face with a swing of her arm. As with the Dragonsbane
seed, the liquid was immediately sucked into the creatures nostrils.
She dashed to the side as the dragon bit and choked, trying to clear it’s
throat.
Just as she got to the side, the dragon again broke
free. Woodbead pulled her down to the sand, saving her from losing
her head as the dragon whipped it’s tail behind it. The dragon again
darted to the sky, but lost it’s momentum and fell hard into the shallow
water thrashing it’s head. After shaking and convulsing a few moments,
the dragon fell silent.
“Hurry!” Ayeesha shouted. Woodbead had
never heard her talk so directly. He followed behind as she ran into
the water, uncaring for how it and the sand messed up her fine clothes.
Luckily, the head was not beneath it’s body, so Woodbead only had to twice
sink himself into the muck to pull it up. While he did this, Ayeesha
kept petting and coaxing the dragon until it awakened.
The dragon mad a low, whimpering wail and limped
to shore. Woodbead almost dozed off from exertion on the beach while
Ayeesha examined her ride. She soon came over to him.
“He’s broken a few bones, including an arm and his
right wing. He’ll heal, but he won’t fly me back. Can I ride
in your boat with you?”
“Yes, you can. What about the Dragon, we shouldn’t
leave him here. Even I can tell that right now a few beginner warriors
would have no trouble slaying him.”
Ayeesha smiled. “I’m so glad you are not angry
at my Dragon! I hope not me, either, for the fault’s all mine.”
“It’s an accident, besides he guards all our treasure
at the isle.”
“Well, don’t worry, for he can swim good.
He’ll just inflate large with air and flatten his tail.”
They started back sooner than later, for the Dragon
needed nourishment to heal more than rest. Woodbead rowed, while
Ayeesha held onto a rope to guide the dragon, which had no trouble keeping
up. On the way back they speculated about things like biting fish,
but in that case Woodbead knew plenty of ways of attacking that would be
dangerous to fish but not break the dragon’s hide. Fortunately, he
did not have to do that.
At last, they arrived back at the isle of mist’s
gift, after the sun had set. Because of the clouds, true night was
longer in coming though the mists deepened and the sky grew purplish.
The dragon was uneagar to dive for it’s underwater entrance to it’s “Lair”,
the guild’s treasure room, and opted for the small island beside the two
large ones instead. This might seem non-secure, but the door required
the strength of a dragon, and the island was home to many wizards.
King Zodenan himself would envy that level of security.
As the dragon crawled onto land, holding one of
it’s legs above the ground, and not fully retracting it’s wing, it looked
hungrily at the sheep grazing on the grass. It gave a look to Ayeesha
and Woodbead, but was too proud to call for their aid.
“DRAGON NEEDS FOOD! BADLY!” a booming, deep voice came from above.
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