Chapter 11

Myra landed with a loud thump on something soft and mushy, which she hoped was moss. If theirs moss growing there must be water! Myra thought quickly trying to find a vantage point. Surprisingly, the pit was lit with torches but they glowed a dark, vulgar green. The floor was covered with bones and weapons of the dead "troublemakers."

Myra picked up a sword and a beat-up shield from the hands of one of the skeletons. Myra knew that her magic still wasn't working and she hoped she'd be good as good with a sword as she was with magic and riding. She scanned the room for signs of the dragon but she saw him nowhere. Myra unbound K'linne and Lorain hoping they would wake up and give her some advise. Myra gulped and hoped the dragon wouldn't find them before they woke up; Myra was going to need a lot of help. Myra sat there waiting her heart beating fast. Eventually, she decided to look for the dragon while her adrenaline was still pumping. She warily walked towards the most carcass-infested area. Careful not to tread on the dead she made her way to the center of the area where a dark, vulgar green colored dragon lay. His chest went up and down as he breathed.

Where are dragon weak points? Myra thought staring at the massive figure Armpits, roof of mouth… Myra thought hard to all the "fiction" books she had read about dragons, and underside area. Myra smiled at the bare, unprotected underside of the dragon.

"What have we here?" a voice boomed from nowhere, "A tiny live little warrior? A maiden at that! Not even dwarf, this is my lucky day! Probably been five hundred years since I've had a maiden for breakfast!" The voice reminded Myra of a snake hissing. The dragon rolled over to face Myra, "Yellow eyes, how intriguing…" his own green eyes stared into Myra's angry glare. Myra waited for the visions but they didn't come. "Ah well… I'll give you a chance you can live if you can solve a riddle!"

"Dragon's always lie; you'll eat me anyways."

"Not all of us lie but you do have me pinpointed my dear!" his stomach growled. "It's been a while since I've had a good chat but I am starving and seeing you are food… it's time for breakfast…"

The dragon lunged at her but she dodged. "Fast one aren't you?" he hissed. If only I had my magic Myra thought bitterly as the dragon lunged again. Myra swung the sword in the direction of the dragon but missed, "Fast too, eh?"

"Why don't you breathe fire at me?" Myra asked as she dodged his claw.

The dragon laughed a deep rumbling laugh, "Only the important dragons can do that!"

Myra again lunged at him and grazed his underside. Before she knew it he had knocked the sword and shield out of her hands. He pinned her on the ground and stared hungrily down at her. Drool dribbled down his chin as he glared menacingly at her. He was inches away from Myra when suddenly someone yelled a war cry.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" a figure suddenly appeared falling threw the air. The figure landed by Myra's head, he thrust his sword into the dragon's open mouth upward making the dragon recoil from his almost kill. The figure lunged at the dragon and stabbed him in the chest exactly where the heart should be. The dragon fell backwards with a screech and was silent.

The figure turned around so Myra could see her savior's face. To her surprise it was Martin, Greg's "son." Martin gave a weak smile and doubled over retching his last meal on to the ground.

"You just killed a dragon, I thought you were just a useless boy!" Myra said amazed at the lanky boy in front of her. He gave her another weak smile and motioned for her to follow him. Myra shrugged and followed him to where K'linne and Lorain lay. He pointed at them and made the motion for asleep. "No they're just unconscious."

He smiled and from his belt he pulled out a cloth bag. He stuck his hand in the bag and sprinkled some of whatever it was on to K'linne and Lorain. They opened their eyes to see Martin's grimy, smiling face.

Lorain yawned, "Where are we?" she said glancing at the skeletons nervously. Myra explained what had happened quickly while they listened intently.

"You fell asleep." K'linne said shaking his head.

"Yes, but I did find the dwarves and they will be in our debt for slaying the dragon."

"Martin's debt but that does not stray to the fact that you fell asleep!"

Lorain interrupted them before their discussion got anymore intense, "How do we get out of here?"

Martin smiled and pulled a grappling hook from his backpack, he threw it and it landed at its destination at the top. He smiled and motioned for them go up. Myra gave him a smile and climbed up.