Creedy
pressed himself harder against the rock, clutching B tightly to his
chest. Never before had he been thankful B barely said a word.
Creedy was gagging with the smell of the dragon, it was close on
their tail, scouring for life around the castle, where minutes before
Creedy had snatched the terrified child and dived in a hole in the
wall.
A dragon's smell, as Creedy discovered, wasn't
fragrant. More like death, but warmed up. With each hot breath the
dragon exhaled, dust flew up and that smell of rotting flesh filled
the air. Again Creedy baulked, yet he dare not move. Swallowing the
bile that rose he slowly turned to peer around the corner. From where
he was huddled he could see the bunker, but he dared not run out yet.
Sliding down the wall he sat on the floor and held B close to his
chest. The dragon was still hunting around the walls, it only needed
to spot B and himself and they would be ash in seconds.
B wrapped
himself around Creedy and lay his head on his shoulder, he wasn't
fully aware of what was going on but he couldn't find his sister.
Closing his eyes he pictured his little twin and began to drift
asleep. Creedy smiled at the wheezing sounds coming from the sleeping
child, and lay his head on him. Much as he would have loved to have
dropped off to sleep, and not worry about the flesh melting monster a
few meters away, his will to live overpowered him. Rising to his
feet he lifted the child and again slowly put his head around the
corner. The dragon's back was turned, Creedy wasn't sure he could
make it but he couldn't hang around any longer.
Taking one last
gulp of rancid air, he gripped B hard and ran for their lives.