Chapter 21: Battle With A Dragon

The undead dragon growled at us and walked forward, its massive paws shaking the ground. Lancelot and I backed away as the dragon looked at us, growling. Then it opened its mouth and fire streamed from its mouth. We dodged the fire blast and stared at each other. Lancelot was trembling as he glared at the dragon.

"How dare Morgan Le Fay use Galahad for evil...I'll kill her."

"You just told me that that monster isn't your son," I told him.

"It's not! It's just a twisted version of his dragon form...and Morgana hast it under her control. If we kill her, we can free the dragon from the witch's control," Lancelot said.

"That's not going to happen anytime soon," I said as we dodged another fire blast. "We should focus on this dragon."

Lancelot nodded and swung his sword. He looked at the dragon and was about to attack when it flapped its wings and flew into the air. Fire rained down upon the ground, and the knight frowned.

"Damn," he said. "How art we going to defeat it? It is a formidable foe."

The dragon landed again and roared before charging at Lancelot and I. It raised its right paw and brought its claws down upon Lancelot, scratching him on the chest. The knight yelled in pain. I ran up beside him as Lancelot doubled over, clutching his wounds.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I am fine. Thou should not worry about me. We need to take down this beast."

I swung Excalibur and smirked. "Ready when you are."

Lancelot nodded. We charged as one, heading towards the dragon. As we did, the dragon opened its mouth and let out a blast of fire that burned Lancelot. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground as the dragon put its front paws on him. The claws dug into his chest and it growled.

"Lance!" I yelled, and ran over. The dragon was about to kill him, so I did the best thing I could. I dug my sword into its right paw, causing it to roar in pain. Red blood came from the wound as the dragon got off of Lancelot. It looked at me and growled, and I held up my sword defensively.

"Come at me, dragon," I said.

The dragon growled, showing its razor-sharp fangs. It charged at me, but I smirked and swing my sword, leaving a gash in its neck. The dragon stumbled and breathed fire at me. I rolled to the side, dodging the flame. My eyes widened, however, as I saw that Lancelot was in the way of the fire's path! Dropping my sword, I sped over to Lancelot and picked him up, then ran out of the flame's way. Lancelot stood up, staggering a bit, then looked at me.

"I thank thee for saving me," he said as he got his sword. "Should thee pick thine sword up as well?"

"Of course," I said as I picked up Excalibur.

Morgan Le Fay laughed as she walked forwards, the dragon landing beside her. She healed the cut on its neck and stroked the dragon's hide.

"You are doing well, my pet," she told it. "Now...finish them off."

The dragon nodded, and Morgana sent a spell towards it. It grew bigger as its silver scales changed to a dark black. Its neck started to split until it had eight more heads.

"She's transformed it into a hydra..." Lancelot said in shock.

I smirked and leaped up, going for the heads. With one swing of my sword, I cut off two of the hydra's heads. Landing on the ground, I watched as the beast writhed in pain.

Lancelot glared at me. "Thou art a fool! Doest thou know what thine hast done?"

"Yeah," I said. "Cut off two of its heads."

"Fool! When you cut off a hydra's heads, two more grow in their place!"

I looked back at the hydra, shocked. The neck of the beast started to bubble as four heads grew out of it. I groaned, swinging my sword in my hand.

"How the hell are we supposed to beat this thing?" I asked myself.

"Go for its chest," Lancelot told me.

"Right."

The hydra roared and reared up, its ten heads blowing fire at us. Lancelot and I ran ahead of the fire and went under the creature's chest. We drove our swords in the chest and red blood spilled out onto the ground. The hydra roared in pain as it started to sway. We backed away as far as we could, and the beast fell to the ground.

"No!" Morgana yelled, and ran over to the undead hydra. She cast a healing spell, and the hydra's wounds healed. The witch glared at us. "You may have won this round, but I shalt return!"

She froze us in place and said a chant. Smoke rose up, covering her and the hydra. When the smoke vanished, they were gone.