Dragon of the Lone Island
By Idaho Shepherd
Summary: Briefly mentioned in the Last Battle, Prince Gale rescues the people of the Lone Island from their dragon. On the surface if appears nothing more than a brave Prince rescuing a lovely maiden, but looks can be deceiving. It goes deeper than expected, what is really going on?
Rating: Rated PG for mild violence and the use of magic, both good and evil. A little tense for very young children.
I do not own any of the land of Narnia or the surrounding islands, Aslan, or Prince Gale; they belong to C. S. Lewis. I do not have permission from the author to use these, I am not making money on this story either.
Challenge: As so often happens in C. S Lewis' works, he waves a message or parallel into his stories. My challenge to you is to find them in mine. (I am only aware of a few I made intentionally, you may find others I am unaware of.)
Dragon of the Lone Island
Prologue
"They are beautiful, are they not? Made of a rare crystal ten times harder than diamond, which is the hardest rock, and so beautifully colored with white and violet veins running throughout. Nothing can scratch the surface. You don't believe me?"
The Trader produced a hammer and metal chisel which he tapped with some force, noting his customer's surprise and hidden alarm. "No dent, not even a scratch. And its hollow. Which do you prefer, the sapphire or ebony with amethyst? The ebony, good choice; it suits you well. That will be four hundred gold pieces."
"I'll give you fifty silver bits, not a bit more, that's all it's worth." the stranger said in a muffled whisper.
"You insult me! This is a rare, beautiful piece; one of only eight still in existence. I will accept no less than three hundred seventy-five gold pieces. Take it or not; I can easily find many eager buyers among my native people of Calormen for a much higher price."
"Listen, Trader," the person hissed drawing the trader close till their noses were mere inches apart. The stranger's face was hidden by the darkness of the overhanging hood. "You could sell me the stone for fifty silver bits which is much more than you should get for it, or you could give me the stone to stop the pain."