Authors notes: Well, to all who know me, this was created originally by Liam.P (Nakey) and then further edited by me. It's an epic about a warrior named Padraig with a disturbing past... Enjoy!
The great reptilian birdlike creature soared overhead. Its blood red scales shimmered in the watery winter sun. Suddenly it tucked its wings in by the sides of its body and dived. Padraig ducked and the creature missed him by inches and stuck its claws into a nearby tree. Padraig ran, his feet sinking deep into the snow, and just as the creature freed itself; Padraig tripped on a tree root and fell headfirst into the snow.
He drew his sword and turned to face his adversary. As the creature attacked again Padraig struck out with his sword. He hit the creature with the hilt, stunning it momentarily, giving Padraig enough time to get up and run. He ran. His feet sank deep into the snow. He stumbled but recovered.
The creature came after him, relentlessly pursuing him. Still he ran. He ran for his life. Adrenalin pumped through his body. His limbs ached like hell but still he ran. The creature let out an ear piercing screech and swooped down again. Padraig dodged out of the way and ran even harder. Suddenly he fell. The ground underneath him had fallen away. Padraig found himself in a dark narrow tunnel. A sudden screech from behind him echoed through the air. The creature was coming round again. Padraig freed his crossbow from his belt and pointed towards the entrance that he fell through. The creature stuck its head through the hole only to be met by a crossbow bolt in the eye. It screeched with rage and pain and retreated from the hole. It was waiting for him.
There was only one way for him to go now. Down the tunnel. It was dank and dark and wet. Padraig couldn't go back now, but he was becoming claustrophobic and starting to panic, this tunnel seemed to be endless. He soon became tired and found himself dropping off as he crawled. He forced himself on; with every movement he made his muscles exploded with pain. He had given up all hope when he saw light ahead; he forced himself on with renewed vigour, slowly pulling himself closer towards the light. With one final heave he pulled himself out onto a rocky ledge. He was in a massive cavern, in the mountains. It was like a giant tear in the rock, it was so deep, and there were several ledges on the walls. Lower down there was a ledge that ran right round the walls of the cavern.
At one end was a gigantic pile of bones and at the other was a field of stalagmites. What interested Padraig where the large overall shaped objects amongst the rock. "Eggs," Padraig breathed, "Frost dragon eggs!" he smiled to himself. This made the trip all worthwhile. "There must be at least half a dozen here, oh mummy's been busy, hey wait a…" an ear piercing roar split the silence.
A gigantic shape smashed through a large tunnel at the other end of the cavern. It reared up onto its hind legs and flapped its great leathery bat like wings and let out another fearsome roar. Its silvery blue scales were dazzling, shimmering like moonlight. Two beautiful curved horns grew from its head and stretched out. Vicious spines ran down its back from the tip of its long, sweeping tail to the back of its head. Its gleaming red eyes scanned around, then fell upon Padraig. Those eyes burned through him like coals, riddling his soul with fear and doubt. Padraig bellowed at the top of his voice and drew his sword, holding it over his head ready to charge. The dragon in front of him cried out with rage and opened its mouth and let loose a gigantic ball of blue fire.
Padraig dived instinctively, crashing to the ground a few meters away. Even at that distance and through his armour the dragonfire had burnt his arm badly, (luckily not his sword arm though). He stumbled to his feet to only to be thrown down by the next ball of fire. He continued to fight on, struggling up and drawing his crossbow he turned to face his foe. Padraig aimed his crossbow and loosed a bolt at the frost dragon's eye. It screamed with rage and breathed massive gout of blue fire. Padraig dived left and reloaded his crossbow as he fell. He hit the ground and loosed another bolt at the dragon but it bounced off its hard scales. Padraig dropped his crossbow and drew his sword, raising it over his head as he charged. Bones crunched under his feet as he ran forth, screaming in rage and pain. The dragon froze for a second, trying to determine if Padraig was still a threat. Padraig pounded towards the dragon, covering two meters with each stride. The frost dragon seemed to dismiss him momentarily, turning the other way, and giving Padraig enough time to make good his attack. Padraig leaped forward towards his prey, bringing his sword up into the dragon's soft underbelly.
It howled with rage as thick red blood oozed from the wound onto the cavern floor. Padraig jumped back to avoid the dragon's serrated claws as they cut through the air in front of him only to be flung into the wall by the dragon's tail. Padraig sprinted forward, waving his sword around his head and cursing incoherently. He thrust his blade forwards and drew more blood from the dragon's belly. Padraig was becoming tired and worn out; his energy was being depleted by the strain of the fight. It would soon be over, one way or another.
What will happen now? Stay tuned and REVIEW! They feed me!