Landings, plans, and dragons
The dragon flew on long into the night. Conrad had long sense made a net out of his rope and was resting comfortably in the dragon's grasp, as was Jeff. Finally, the dragon started to swoop lower to the ground. "Jeff! Wake up. We're about to land." Jeff woke with a start and his rope broke away, ripped against Talonblaze's, well, talon, and he tumbled to the ground. "Good plan, Jeff," Conrad said out loud. He let go of his rope and he descended with a few quick somersaults, and landed on his feet in a field of tall grass. Jeffery, who had not had time to think of a better way to land, groaned and rolled over in the wet grass. "Conrad, I hope that's you." "Of course it's me, who else would it be," Conrad said, pulling his bruised brother off the grass. "Good point. Where do we go now?" Jeff said, with a quick brush over his ruined grass stained clothes. He also examined his tattered cloak, which had been caught on a thorn bush. "We rest here until morning, and then we go to that cave over there, a bit to your left, where the dragon is keeping Arabella. In the morning, we spy around and figure out a way to rescue the princess." They pulled their cloaks over themselves, and fell asleep almost immediately. Jeff dreamed about a feather bed. Conrad dreamed of the beautiful princess, and wondered how it would feel to kiss her perfect lips. As the first bird began to sing, the king arose with a start and wondered where on earth he was. Then he remembered, and quickly gave Jeffery the earthquake treatment. Jeff jumped up and reached for the sword that wasn't there. "What, Conrad! We haven't got our swords with us." "I know, Jeff," Conrad said brushing the black hair out of his vision. "When we leaped on the dragon, one of the claws must've shaved off our belts, along with our swords and scabbards. We'll have to find some other weapons to defeat the dragon with. Who needs swords anyway? It's too classic. Let's split up and find some things that we can use. We'll meet back here in one hour."
In one hour, both of them were back, but not very successful. Jeff had found an empty bucket and a beach full of sand, and Conrad found a rather large rock and a coil of rope outside the dragon's cave. Conrad also remembered that Jeff could do very believable voice imitations. Then Conrad told his brother his plans for the next day. "Its exciting and all that, but I have the uncanny feeling that you've got the hero's role and I'm just the extra on standby." Conrad smiled, and with a devil-may-care grin said, "Oh, I don't know."
At dawn the next morning, while Jeff was still asleep, Conrad slipped out of their camp. The fire had burned down to embers, and was giving off a faint glow in the early gray morning light. The long grass around the fire rustled slightly as Conrad prowled through it toward the entrance to the dragon's cave. He froze when the dragon suddenly came out of the cave, sniffed the air, and started scanning the long grass as if looking for something. 'Or someone.' Conrad resumed his crawling more quietly than before, but had his eyes on the dragon, not the small inclination before him. His knee slipped and he fell flat on his face. It was a small noise, but that was enough. The dragon moved abruptly and Conrad suddenly found himself staring up into the green metallic eyes of a huge red scaly face, trapped by a talon that was longer his leg. As the smoke from the beast's nostrils filled the air, he started to lose conciseness. His last thought was, 'Every thing is going according to plan!' Then everything went black
The dragon flew on long into the night. Conrad had long sense made a net out of his rope and was resting comfortably in the dragon's grasp, as was Jeff. Finally, the dragon started to swoop lower to the ground. "Jeff! Wake up. We're about to land." Jeff woke with a start and his rope broke away, ripped against Talonblaze's, well, talon, and he tumbled to the ground. "Good plan, Jeff," Conrad said out loud. He let go of his rope and he descended with a few quick somersaults, and landed on his feet in a field of tall grass. Jeffery, who had not had time to think of a better way to land, groaned and rolled over in the wet grass. "Conrad, I hope that's you." "Of course it's me, who else would it be," Conrad said, pulling his bruised brother off the grass. "Good point. Where do we go now?" Jeff said, with a quick brush over his ruined grass stained clothes. He also examined his tattered cloak, which had been caught on a thorn bush. "We rest here until morning, and then we go to that cave over there, a bit to your left, where the dragon is keeping Arabella. In the morning, we spy around and figure out a way to rescue the princess." They pulled their cloaks over themselves, and fell asleep almost immediately. Jeff dreamed about a feather bed. Conrad dreamed of the beautiful princess, and wondered how it would feel to kiss her perfect lips. As the first bird began to sing, the king arose with a start and wondered where on earth he was. Then he remembered, and quickly gave Jeffery the earthquake treatment. Jeff jumped up and reached for the sword that wasn't there. "What, Conrad! We haven't got our swords with us." "I know, Jeff," Conrad said brushing the black hair out of his vision. "When we leaped on the dragon, one of the claws must've shaved off our belts, along with our swords and scabbards. We'll have to find some other weapons to defeat the dragon with. Who needs swords anyway? It's too classic. Let's split up and find some things that we can use. We'll meet back here in one hour."
In one hour, both of them were back, but not very successful. Jeff had found an empty bucket and a beach full of sand, and Conrad found a rather large rock and a coil of rope outside the dragon's cave. Conrad also remembered that Jeff could do very believable voice imitations. Then Conrad told his brother his plans for the next day. "Its exciting and all that, but I have the uncanny feeling that you've got the hero's role and I'm just the extra on standby." Conrad smiled, and with a devil-may-care grin said, "Oh, I don't know."
At dawn the next morning, while Jeff was still asleep, Conrad slipped out of their camp. The fire had burned down to embers, and was giving off a faint glow in the early gray morning light. The long grass around the fire rustled slightly as Conrad prowled through it toward the entrance to the dragon's cave. He froze when the dragon suddenly came out of the cave, sniffed the air, and started scanning the long grass as if looking for something. 'Or someone.' Conrad resumed his crawling more quietly than before, but had his eyes on the dragon, not the small inclination before him. His knee slipped and he fell flat on his face. It was a small noise, but that was enough. The dragon moved abruptly and Conrad suddenly found himself staring up into the green metallic eyes of a huge red scaly face, trapped by a talon that was longer his leg. As the smoke from the beast's nostrils filled the air, he started to lose conciseness. His last thought was, 'Every thing is going according to plan!' Then everything went black