Wow, flying really takes your breath away. It was amazing having long, wide wings to glide through the air with. It felt like swinging really high on a playground swing, except never going backwards again. Darn it! I forgot about the spiders. And one had flung itself at me and I dodged just in time. It had jumped so high, it fell down to the ground with an almost hilarious shriek of both surprise and fear. It sounded so funny, but when I heard the sickening splat I remembered that fighting like this, alone, was dangerous and serious. Why wasn't Noah helping me? He had gone almost psycho on the ground, still screaming and running around in circles. Sara was still out cold. Right then, Noah smacked a curious spider that got to close. Splat! That one was down. Three down, two to go.
Noah finally realized screaming and running around in circles was not going to save him. I think the splat from the spider he had hit snapped him out if it. "Hey, Zach! How ya doing?" he asked. Man, he's dumb.
"I'm fighting spiders! Isn't it obvious that I need help?" I tried to say. But it came out as a couple of distorted roars and squeaks. Apparently he understood it, or heard it in his head like Sara's creepy "telepathy". He jumped so quickly and so high, that I was shocked. Only my wings flapped in the steady rhythm that kept me aloft. He fell down like a meteor on top of a spider and began punching it in the eyes a hundred times a second. It finally fell down, dead.
I felt excited that I wasn't going to die. But something kept nagging at me, like I needed to know. Why can't I breathe fire? And as I thought about that, I felt a warm sensation in my throat, like a fire burning in it. A fire! I opened my mouth and let it flow out. A stream of orange fire blasted out of my mouth at the last spider. Awesome! It felt so aimed, so accurate! I was protected from the flames by my thick, dark skin. Noah, on the other hand, wasn't protected, and he ran about a mile away as the fire burned the spider and about ten feet around it. When the flames had extinguished themselves, Noah darted to the site where Sara and I lay. I was curled up around her, and she began to regain consciousness.
When we were all awake, Noah dashed off to our town and "borrowed" some more food. He grinned as he speed-cooked, like last night. We set up camp for the night and Sara finally got me to return to human form reluctantly. I felt like being a dragon was something I had to do. I felt so weak and, dare I say it, helpless as a human. We settled into sleep, and for once, this chapter had a calm ending with nothing bad happening.