The Dragon Poison
"Where is Magite!?" yelled Magite's father, Sashiti. He picked up a large book and threw it at a guard. The guard didn't move at all, but simply watched the book fly past his head.
"We do not know, Sire." he said raising his spear.
"Well, find him!" the short stalky man said throwing yet another broad book at him.
The guard left quickly and Sashiti went back to pacing his room. He looked at the warm crackling fire, he grabbed a small dagger, and in rage, threw it into the fire. The fire erupted into a uproar of sparks and died down again. Sashiti waited another ten minutes and the same guard came back in, with a different look on his face.
"Sire!" he bowed again. "Here he is." The guard moved to the side, exposing Magite, and his two goons, Iruop and Juwkle, being carried by Josh, the barkeeper of the Bulldog Cauldron. They had rust coloured stains running down they're lips and chin. Magite was out cold and Iruop and Juwkle were stumbling and looking around.
"Magite!!!" Sashiti ran over to him and hugged him. "What happened?"
Josh interrupted the now-rousing Magite to say, "Sir, there is a dragon--" he dropped both of the goons and layed Magite down. "A dragon in the business district, it's a blue one." He said, the black fear of his pupils widening.
Sashiti just stared, a blank depth emerging in his paling face. The brown of his eyes had been completely swallowed by the black void of his pupils, the anger and fear rising in his chest.
"Sire?" The guard said gently nudging him with his spear. "What shall we do, per your orders?"
He said nothing for a moment. Perhaps he was still pondering what happened to his son. But, after a few more prods from the guard, the king spun around and cracked him in the broad of his nose.
"Arm yourself." He said, putting on his breast plate. He continued arming himself with armour, leg plates, then a layer of chain mail. He placed his helm on, it fit perfectly, and so did the crown. He placed a sheathed sword on his waist, another on his back, a bow across his back and a small dagger in his boot. He flipped the mask on his helm down and they made their way to the business district.
When they arrived they heard the distinct sound of roaring and swordplay, comming from somewhere over the small knoll.
A red figure jumped down from Josh's bar, which was only a few feet away. It landed infront of them, he looked at them and waved. "Let's go" they heard the muffled, red armoured man say.
Josh drew his dagger and got in his running stance.
"That will do you no good, the Dragon Poison is here. They are killing those black and red dragon eggs." He said pointing with his long and broad sword. The black hilt of it shimmering in the mid-day sun like a black mirror. "We have to fight them off."
"Why?" Argued Magite, pointing a sharp dagger at his throat. "We should be killing you." Magite threw his dagger into the armoured man's neck. It ricocheted off his neck and onto the ground.
With that, the armoured man slapped his big firm hand around Magite's neck. "Because dragons are rare, I am not."
Magite nodded and the armoured man set him down. The group of twelve (including the guards and warriors) procceeded over the hill to the battle, they drew their sword and dove at the team of ogres, mountain trolls and imps. Irionun swung his sword violently, destroying several villans, and injuring some more.
"There are too many of them!" Sashiti shouted swinging his broad falchionand killing four ogres in one swing. He kept swinging, missing most times connecting sometimes.
Suddenly, out of the blue, a loud, high-pitched whisting came. The noise came from a beautiful young lady who was standing about three hundred feet away, she was blowing into a small black instrument.
The Dragon Poison stopped, screeched and ran out of the town. Apok was once again, free of Poison.
Again, suddenly, and black-bodied, red-striped dragon beat the girl with his tail blade. Irionun, pulling his sword from the ground, was hit by the girl and they both fell to the dirty, blood-stained ground.
The dragon roared and glared at the team, now of eight, and bellowed flame. Irionun laid ontop of the woman, protecting her from a hot flame. He pushed himself off after the flame had recided and looked into her eyes, she had small, thin lips, a pale complexion and small almond size eyes.
The dragon roared again, and the girls eyes bursted open, she smiled and pushed Irionun off of her. She rolled back onto her shoulders and springed herself up onto her feet, she grabbed the piccolo that was lying next to her she started playing that song again, soon everyone was drowzy. The big, lumbering dragon laid his head down, fell asleep and disappeared into oblivion.
"That was great," Irionun floated over to her slowly. "Thank you."
"It was nothing," she blushed and brushed her maroon hair from her eyes to behind her ear. "Thank you for keeping me safe."
Irionun didn't have a clue at what she was talking about but nodded and landed.
Sashiti, Magite, the remaining warrior, and Magite's goons jogged over, panting hard.
"Nice job..." Magite said, looking at the dark mysterious beauty.
She blushed again and grabbed onto the two remaining dragon eggs who had the same patterns as the dragon. The eggs disappeared in a instant. The woman walked over to Irionun, grabed his palm and they disappeared the same way, into Irionun's home.
The heat from his home, the warmth of his room, and the quiet murmurings coming from his family outside his door were torn away from thought by a soothing, sexy kiss.
Irionun pulled away slowly, reluctently. He looked at her and asked a simple question. "What's your name?"
She looked at him, leaned in for another kiss, before she kissed him she said, "Ereka."
"Where is Magite!?" yelled Magite's father, Sashiti. He picked up a large book and threw it at a guard. The guard didn't move at all, but simply watched the book fly past his head.
"We do not know, Sire." he said raising his spear.
"Well, find him!" the short stalky man said throwing yet another broad book at him.
The guard left quickly and Sashiti went back to pacing his room. He looked at the warm crackling fire, he grabbed a small dagger, and in rage, threw it into the fire. The fire erupted into a uproar of sparks and died down again. Sashiti waited another ten minutes and the same guard came back in, with a different look on his face.
"Sire!" he bowed again. "Here he is." The guard moved to the side, exposing Magite, and his two goons, Iruop and Juwkle, being carried by Josh, the barkeeper of the Bulldog Cauldron. They had rust coloured stains running down they're lips and chin. Magite was out cold and Iruop and Juwkle were stumbling and looking around.
"Magite!!!" Sashiti ran over to him and hugged him. "What happened?"
Josh interrupted the now-rousing Magite to say, "Sir, there is a dragon--" he dropped both of the goons and layed Magite down. "A dragon in the business district, it's a blue one." He said, the black fear of his pupils widening.
Sashiti just stared, a blank depth emerging in his paling face. The brown of his eyes had been completely swallowed by the black void of his pupils, the anger and fear rising in his chest.
"Sire?" The guard said gently nudging him with his spear. "What shall we do, per your orders?"
He said nothing for a moment. Perhaps he was still pondering what happened to his son. But, after a few more prods from the guard, the king spun around and cracked him in the broad of his nose.
"Arm yourself." He said, putting on his breast plate. He continued arming himself with armour, leg plates, then a layer of chain mail. He placed his helm on, it fit perfectly, and so did the crown. He placed a sheathed sword on his waist, another on his back, a bow across his back and a small dagger in his boot. He flipped the mask on his helm down and they made their way to the business district.
When they arrived they heard the distinct sound of roaring and swordplay, comming from somewhere over the small knoll.
A red figure jumped down from Josh's bar, which was only a few feet away. It landed infront of them, he looked at them and waved. "Let's go" they heard the muffled, red armoured man say.
Josh drew his dagger and got in his running stance.
"That will do you no good, the Dragon Poison is here. They are killing those black and red dragon eggs." He said pointing with his long and broad sword. The black hilt of it shimmering in the mid-day sun like a black mirror. "We have to fight them off."
"Why?" Argued Magite, pointing a sharp dagger at his throat. "We should be killing you." Magite threw his dagger into the armoured man's neck. It ricocheted off his neck and onto the ground.
With that, the armoured man slapped his big firm hand around Magite's neck. "Because dragons are rare, I am not."
Magite nodded and the armoured man set him down. The group of twelve (including the guards and warriors) procceeded over the hill to the battle, they drew their sword and dove at the team of ogres, mountain trolls and imps. Irionun swung his sword violently, destroying several villans, and injuring some more.
"There are too many of them!" Sashiti shouted swinging his broad falchionand killing four ogres in one swing. He kept swinging, missing most times connecting sometimes.
Suddenly, out of the blue, a loud, high-pitched whisting came. The noise came from a beautiful young lady who was standing about three hundred feet away, she was blowing into a small black instrument.
The Dragon Poison stopped, screeched and ran out of the town. Apok was once again, free of Poison.
Again, suddenly, and black-bodied, red-striped dragon beat the girl with his tail blade. Irionun, pulling his sword from the ground, was hit by the girl and they both fell to the dirty, blood-stained ground.
The dragon roared and glared at the team, now of eight, and bellowed flame. Irionun laid ontop of the woman, protecting her from a hot flame. He pushed himself off after the flame had recided and looked into her eyes, she had small, thin lips, a pale complexion and small almond size eyes.
The dragon roared again, and the girls eyes bursted open, she smiled and pushed Irionun off of her. She rolled back onto her shoulders and springed herself up onto her feet, she grabbed the piccolo that was lying next to her she started playing that song again, soon everyone was drowzy. The big, lumbering dragon laid his head down, fell asleep and disappeared into oblivion.
"That was great," Irionun floated over to her slowly. "Thank you."
"It was nothing," she blushed and brushed her maroon hair from her eyes to behind her ear. "Thank you for keeping me safe."
Irionun didn't have a clue at what she was talking about but nodded and landed.
Sashiti, Magite, the remaining warrior, and Magite's goons jogged over, panting hard.
"Nice job..." Magite said, looking at the dark mysterious beauty.
She blushed again and grabbed onto the two remaining dragon eggs who had the same patterns as the dragon. The eggs disappeared in a instant. The woman walked over to Irionun, grabed his palm and they disappeared the same way, into Irionun's home.
The heat from his home, the warmth of his room, and the quiet murmurings coming from his family outside his door were torn away from thought by a soothing, sexy kiss.
Irionun pulled away slowly, reluctently. He looked at her and asked a simple question. "What's your name?"
She looked at him, leaned in for another kiss, before she kissed him she said, "Ereka."