“Can both of you please just calm down and let me check my book?” Misha asked sharply. She was not a small lady, but standing next to Sim-Dah and Valladon made her appear that way. “Haven’t you learned that you can’t just go running into a dragon’s lair with no knowledge of what to expect?” Misha was a scholar who had spent her life making notes on dragons and their behaviors. She stood about 5’10” with broad shoulders, and would have been better suited as a fighter. However, she loved to take notes and make sketches of the creatures of Delphia; dragons in particular.
“I hate waiting for you,” Sim-Dah teased. The ogre sat down and started to sharpen his giant axe. “What color is this one again?”
“Green,” Valladon answered. The dark-skinned man was as broad as the ogre, though he was two feet shorter. He wore large shoulder pads and carried a giant bola connected by a heavy chain. Valladon’s tunic was dark green with accents of blue and gold.
Misha thumbed through her green-bound book. “Yeah, green is correct; but it ain’t ‘one’ this time.” Sim-Dah tilted his head in surprise. Valladon’s expression did not change. “This time of year we are more likely to meet a male and a female. Pyphon usually comes to mate with Thevatara around this time.”
“One for each of us, then,” Sim-Dah stood and approached the well. The three dragon hunters knew that Thevatara’s lair was connected to the well. They knew this because of Misha, and her countless hours of study of such things. “So are we ready to go, or is there more that we should know?’
“You could always stand to know more,” Misha laughed. Even Valladon, who was normally so serious, had to chuckle. The mirth was short-lived, however.
Pyphon had apparently finished his business with Thevatara; and he was exiting through the well. The dragon had smelled the humans and ogre, and therefore had the element of surprise. He quickly filled the air with his neurological toxin, which would cause the lungs to paralyze. The dragon hunters were not expecting the attack, however they were trained well and quickly downed potions to neutralize the effects.
Pyphon siezed the advantage and attacked Sim-Dah. He reared up on his back legs, which left four powerful legs scratching and clawing at the ogre. Sim-Dah did a marvelous job at defending the claws, but Pyphon also had a razor sharp tail. The dragon was able to stab Sim-Dah in the stomach with his tail.
Valladon crushed the dragon in the ribs with one side of his bola. The force knocked the dragon away from his ogre companion, and cracked a few of the verdant scales. Sim-Dah retreated as Valladon stepped between them. Pyphon regained his senses and rocked back on to his hind legs again. He began making strange gestures with his claws.
“He is a caster,” Misha shouted. “I did not know that he was a magic-user.” She was right but it was too late.
Everything went black for Valladon as the blindness washed over him. Pyphon thought to end it quickly for the dark human, but he had underestimated the resilience of Sim-Dah. Just as the dragon’s mouth opened to crush the stumbling man’s head, the ogre chopped down on him. The cut went right in front of Pyphon’s eyes; severing his snout from his head. His momentum carried him into Valladon, but the man was simply hit by a bloody stump. Still, the force was enough to knock the unsuspecting man to the ground.
Pyphon scrambled backward toward the forest, but Sim-Dah cut him down before he could make it. The three dragon hunters stood in a daze for many moments. Once the adrenaline had worn off, Sim-Dah realized how badly he had been injured by the dragon’s tail. Valladon was helpless as he waited for the blindness spell to wear off. Misha was taking notes.
“I think we should wait a little bit before we go after Thevatara, guys,” Misha said offhandedly. Valladon and Sim-Dah had no problems with that idea.
I am excited to be part of the writing group Legends Undying. Thank you to James and all of the others for this wonderful opportunity.
Though Len was kind enough to offer to help out by Joining Our Sunday Crew, I know that Stories are his Specialty, and so have Offered him instead Thursdays, as one of our Weekly Story Posters.
Thursdays were Originally for Stories, but have become a Random Posting Day during the last few months or so, but in truth Bringing on Another Story Writer such as Len, is more appealing to me as the Site Creator.
Thus, Beginning a Week from Tomorrow, Len will be Begin Posting!
From all of us here at “Legends Undying”, Welcome to our Band of Writers Len!
*Those Still Interested in being Sunday Writers, Continue Sending me your E-Mails to LegendsUndying@Yahoo.Com
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