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"In your information packet, you will see that there have been ancient manuscripts recently discovered that give proof that dragons exist. A little farther down you will read about "A man who controlled the Alpha." It therefore goes to state the name of this man is Drago Bludvist…" The man at the podium paused. "and that he can control dragons."
A man from the back stated "That's not possible. Even if they did exist, there would be no way to utilize them."
The speaker at the podium smiled. "On the contrary," he waved for his attendant to pull the tarp off of a massive cylindrical object standing to the side, "This will allow us to do just that."
He then pressed a button on the podium, and in result a section of the floor sunk out of sight, allowing another section to appear in its place, this time with a glass table holding an assortment of modified firearms, which ranged from a pistol to an assault rifle. Next to them was a armored truck with a rocket launcher attached to it. "These little beauties fire time beacons. When armed and fired, the first thing the projectiles hit is automatically transported to the stage behind me. Engage to set time coordinates!"
The crowd looked on in awe as the technician activated the time portal, and watched as the image of the wall behind the contraption disappeared in a wall of blinding light.
"Tuning!" The engineer barked. The wall of light vanished into a scene filled with smoke.
"Dad no!"
"Hiccup!"
Then the sound of a massive explosion filled the air, and the speakers soldiers jumped through the portal and were followed by the armored truck, which then aimed, adjusted, and fired the rocket. Immediately following this, an ear-splitting roar shattered the perpetual buzzing of the time portal. Then a man suddenly dropped out of nowhere, and was soon joined by another, who was followed by a dragon. The first man was a giant, broad and thick, with his left arm missing and he was holding a staff. The second was small and wimpy, missing his left leg from halfway below the shin, and holding a flaming sword. The dragon, was pitch black, had broad wings, and one side of its tail was prosthetic. Then the roof exploded, and when the dust cleared, all that was there was a gigantic, scaly foreleg. It crashed into the stage, causing the man at the podium to flee for his life.
The large stranger let out three consecutive yells, one right after the other. Then two impossibly large tusks speared the roof of the building, compromising the support structure.
The man from the podium nodded to a woman in a dark suit, who then proceeded to yell "Stoppe! Vi trenger din hjelp!" (Stop! We need your help!)
Both of the stranger's heads snapped around to stare at her. Then the larger man spoke.
"Du snakker dette språket?" (You speak this language?)
"Ja." (Yes.)
The larger man smiled. The smaller one stared in horror.
"Flink." (Good.)
Aaaand enter the cliffhanger. Thank you so much for staying with me this far, I really appreciate it. Until next time, Ciao.
