Chapter Eight: Dragon Hand

'So, um, Drago, where is this dragon?'

'You will see.'
I waved my flare onto a dark shape, the firelight illuminating a pair of luminous, green, half-open eyes.
'WAKE UP!' I screamed, kicking her side. She roared in pain, and whipped her head around.
'You long to spring on me, to tear me apart, for daring to kick you, don't you, Night Fury?!' I snarled.
'You can tear anyone apart that you want, in time. Well, anyone that you are ordered to tear apart.
But you will not tear me apart. I realise that I will not have to worry about that: I have broken you enough, so that you would not dare.'
I motioned for the boy to sit down next to her. He was clearly apprehensive about this, but he obliged, knowing that he had no choice.
'Now, boy, the plans for my new hand are almost complete. I have already started to forge it. But there is one last thing I need.'
'And what would that be, Drago?'
'I need five of the Night Fury's talons for my new fingers.' I brandished the hook of my staff in front of his face and smiled cruelly.