Hi I know I am going a lot faster. That is what happens when you get bored. So here is my next chapter, R&R and enjoy!

Chapter Two: The Slaying of Fafnir

Myrra was happy and had been thus since meeting her new friend, Lurja. Lurja was a little tense sometimes but, she was pure of heart. "Myrra, what the hell are you waiting for! Come on we are going to be late! I bet every one is there already!" called out a voice the little crystal dragon knew only too well. The two friends were going to their first Dragon Slayers meeting. Lurja had finally been acknowledged as a Dragon Slayer for her previous dealings with the Darkened Ones.

Finally they reached the tent. It was enormous, large enough to hold at least two full grown dragons. Myrra had to get off of Lurja's shoulder, which had become her permanent perch. Lurja enjoyed having Myrra around and Myrra loved having a friend. But, the Dragon Slayers didn't know about that. So Myrra had agreed to sit outside while Lurja explained their meeting and how far they had traveled together.

"Okay, remember what we talked about?" Lurja asked. But before Myrra could answer, she continued. "Well, whatever lets go over it again. Simple version ok? If they see you they will kill you! Understand?"

Myrra knew she was worried. These were the best Dragon Slayers, if they decided Myrra should die; there was nothing the little dragon could do about it. "Um… maybe I forgot to mention this before but….um…I…can't….uh…fly."

Lurja stopped in her tracks. "YOU WHAT?" she exclaimed. She looked back hurriedly making sure no one had noticed her outburst before continuing.

"What do you mean you can't fly?" she said quietly, almost in a whisper. "You are a dragon are you not?" Myrra looked more than a little embarrassed.

The little dragon started to speak, "Mother tried to teach me but, I never understood. It was right before….." Lurja took note of Myrra's silence and couldn't stay angry. But how could a human teach a dragon anything? Well, that was a bridge for later and Lurja would cross it when the time came.

Lurja gave Myrra an encouraging nod before entering the tent. Upon entrance, she was greeted by a booming voice. "YOU'RE LATE LURJA! I s it too much too ask a newcomer to arrive on time?"

Myrra almost shrieked when the voice yelled at Lurja. The little dragon couldn't help but feel a little guilty. It was her fault they had been late. After all, if Lurja hadn't helped Myrra with the snake bite, they would have arrived before every one else. "I am sorry Lurja…." the little dragon whimpered. Myrra bit back a yelp as a pair of very large hands engulfed her and lifted her up.

"Well, well, well. Looks like Lurja getting soft on us. What do you think Rintr? What do we do with the little curse?" said a scary and rough looking man.

"Let's feed her to Fafnir. How is that little dragon? Eaten by your own kind. That should keep Lurja strong for us." the two men put Myrra in a cage.

"LURJA!" Myrra screamed out for her friend but no reply. Why didn't she hide like she was supposed to?

I am always doing these things, she thought dismally. One of the men grabbed an object of some sort and when it touched Myrra's head, she knew no more.

Lurja looked around for Myrra. The meeting had lasted several hours so the tiny dragon could literally be anywhere. Lurja called out for her and received no response. Myrra's hearing was perfect; she would have heard her so the lack of reply meant something was terribly wrong.

Lurja passed two men she had known since childhood, Rintr and Juktr. The two were brothers, almost twins. She stopped them and asked about Myrra. "Hey, have you two seen Myrra? I know you know about her because nothing escapes your ears."

"Sorry we have not seen any crystal dragons today at all." said Rintr. The two looked at each other and laughed.

"What have you done with Myrra?" She yelled, pinning the eldest of the two to the ground.

"Who says we did anything to her? What gives you the right to accuse us of anything huh?" Growled Juktr.

"I never told you she was a crystal dragon. I said I had a dragon named Myrra. So what have you done to her?" Said Lurja coldly. The two men looked at her as though she was angry enough to kill them, which she actually was, and then looked at the den of Fafnir.

Lurja loosened her hold in her astonishment. "You bastards, she is just a young one. She doesn't stand a chance against Fafnir. Remind me to shove my foot up your rears later." she growled.

Lurja grabbed her sword and tipped it with poison from a Pardun and ran to the den. She realized she had forgotten her shield in the tent but didn't go back. Every second was one that could condemn Myrra to her death. A scream startled Lurja out of her thoughts, a scream that she never wanted to hear again.

"Gods, Fafnir's found Myrra!" She ran inside the den and practically fell down the steep incline just beyond the threshold. She looked around and saw the footprints. After following them for a while, she saw Myrra in a cage, likely unconscious.

She ran over and sliced the lock off as though it were made of goat' s fat and dragged Myrra out of the cage. She ran back the way she came and was blocked by Fafnir. The fire serpent took up the entire space from ground to ceiling as he towered above her angrily. The great creature must have known she was there and gone to prevent her escape.

"No you are not preventing Myrra from leaving!" Lurja grabbed her sword and put Myrra on the nearest outcrop. She then ran right at the larger dragon and ducked right when he bit where her head was only a second before. She jammed her sword into his leg and the serpent crashed and stomped trying to get it out but making it impossible for Lurja to get to it.

Myrra woke up wondering what the noise was coming from. Her eyes burned with pain and were still closed but, she couldn't open them, nor could she move. Her ears told her there was battle. And Lurja was there. The pain in her eyes receded and she could open them. She saw Fafnir with a sword in his leg and Lurja with a gash on her arm.

Fafnir raised his enormous paw and was about to bring it down on Lurja when Myrra, ignoring her pain, dashed over to where the sword lay embedded in the great serpent's hide. She pulled at it with all her might but to no avail. She had no choice but to try; flying was something she had never learned.

But now is as good a time as any to learn, she thought desperately. She flapped her thin wings harder and harder, gaining the attention of Fafnir in the process, as she slowly pulled the heavy sword out. How could Lurja possibly carry this with one hand all the time?

Lurja took the opportunity when it arose, the second Fafnir was distracted by Myrra, she lunged at the dragon's heart to lift off the only scale protecting the soft tender flesh underneath. She gasped when the serpent threw Myrra across the room and cringed when she heard the dull thud of the impact.

Now, the serpent was focused on her and she did it quickly, tearing off the scale and ramming her fist hard into his chest. She found his heart and, with an amazing amount of effort, crushed it in her grasp. The serpent let out a shriek that must have been heard for miles around and crashed to the ground.

Lurja picked up the still Myrra and made her way out of the den. She looked down at the young dragon and wondered if the landing had possibly….killed her. "Come on, you can not die on me now. I…I…" she paused, unable to finish her sentence. But decided that after all that, she shouldn't hold back. She owed it to the little one. "I…need you Myrra. You are my closest friend. Come on, wake up."

"Mmmmmmph…" a small muffled groan came from the little dragon and Lurja jerked her head down to look at the now stirring form of her friend. "You're suffocating me…" She held up Myrra and almost cried.

"I thought I had done a lot worse, Myrra. I thought I had got you killed." Lurja knew she really was crying now.

Myrra looked at her, confused; she asked "Why are you crying?" Lurja jerked her head up from where she had buried it in Myrra's warm body.

"Because I thought I had been the death of you" Myrra rolled her eyes and Lurja realized they were more alike than they first thought.

Maybe they wouldn't be so fortunate to get out alive next time. But knowing Myrra, she would make sure nothing happened so Lurja saved her worries for later. Dinner was already on it's way.

Myrra jumped out of Lurja's arms and ran to the campfire where dinner was being made. She looked over the top of the pot and when it was lifted up; she fell off and rolled right into Lurja.

Lurja almost yelled when Myrra's sharp tail tip jammed itself into her foot. But instead she looked down at the little dragon who had a guilty look on her face.