WARNING: This chapter contains foul language.
Do NOT read if your mommy doesn't let you watch PG-13 movies
Do NOT read if you still call your mom MOMMY
The Dragon Slayer
The chimera hit the ground with a thump. The man who felled the beast yanked his sword out of the beast's half attached head. Blood was splattered across his cheaply made leather armor.
He tied the corpse's legs together and attached the rope to his horse. He pulled his body onto his horse. With a kick to the side the horse ran off through the woods. He needed a beer or ten. Hopefully the town that hired him would have a tavern.
As a mercenary he was used to these jobs. Used to the killing, the horrid beers they served, the town whores that wanted to sleep with a hero. But chimeras they were a nasty business. You had to cut of at least two heads, all while a snake head tail thing spitting acid at you.
As he finally rode into town the people began cheering. Wow chimeras are a bitch to everyone, he thought. People brushed their hands along the horse. They congratulate him for saving their town. At least ten of the folk offered him a drink.
He unhooked the chimera and tossed it on top of the small banquet table in the governor's fort. The governor looked up from his plate of greasy food.
"I want my 100 gold." The mercenary demanded.
The fat man placed a sack and slid it over. The man before him looked like he could rip his throat out at any second. Best not to mess with him till he gets a few drinks, the governor thought.
The mercenary picked up the bag and walked off straight to the bar. He barged straight into the tavern and to the bar.
"Give me a pint of the strongest liquor you have."
A dozen or so drinks later he ended up being lead upstairs by two women.
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He was almost finished packing to go when a gruff voice called out,
"Christopher Williamson"
He turned his head at the lavishly dressed man and said
"No one's called me that in a long time."
"That is what my spies told me your name was."
Spies, who is this guy, Christopher thought. The richest man within a 20 league was the grease covered bottom-feeder in the fort.
"I would like to employ you in name of King Ulric of the Ashen Mountains."
"The Ashen Mountains! Don't you stiffs all hide up in your fortress?
"I would like to employ you." The man repeated.
"Okay well employ me."
The man took in a breath before speaking, "The King's daughter Elena was kidnapped by a witch one year ago. We have sent many knights to rescue her but all of them have failed. She is locked in a tower. Guarded by a beast of some sorts. If you succeed you will be rewarded with 10,000 gold pieces. But if you fail, that gold will be placed on your head."
"Holy shit, ten thousand gold! I'd do it for half of that!"
"So go and return with Princess Elena before the sun sets in three days. She is in a tower north of here."
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The tower was placed in front of a river. A fucking river that cut through a cliff and had a single rope bridge to walk across. He unhooked his sword from the dappled mare.
He placed one foot on a board and started across the bridge. A low rumble sounded out from the tower. The resonation shook the bridge.
When the mercenary finally reached the gate surrounding the castle, footsteps rumbled from something.
A huge scale covered beast stepped out of the huge double gated entrance. Purple scales covered the stream lined body. Wings stretched out to reveal perfectly tapered points.
"Holy mother of God"
The great beast roared spitting out a tunnel of flame. Reacting quickly Christopher raised his shield which seemed to deflect most of the heat. With a roll to the side he took cover behind a wall.
Breathing heavily he charged straight for the beast. He jabbed and stabbed, spilling a bit of blood. The man ran quickly just enough to dodge the flames being shot towards him.
Christopher was getting tired out too quickly. He would collapse soon. He needed a leap of faith.
The man hefted up his sword and threw it straight at the beast. It spiraled through the air and wedged itself in the dragon's chest. With a thump the dragon's perfectly scaled body hit the ground.
His arms through straight into the air. Whoops of joy filled they deadly silent air.
This short moment was ruined when the dragon's bones started to creak. The scales changed to ivory colored skin. Spiraled horns collapsed into a tumble of auburn air.
He ran to the side of the girl with the hilt of a sword still sticking out.
"The damned witch must've cursed her!"
Quickly the man gathered up his weapons and mounted horse. Every mercenary or bounty hunter would be after him now. He would be on the run till he was old and crusty.
With a kick his horse started running, and with that his life on the run began.
I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. I promised a schedule and I failed. I'm just out of ideas. It took me forever to crank this out. This most likely will be my last chapter. I may come back every so often to update but not often. I'm thinking about starting a new story. This one will be like another fractured fairytale but Rapunzel. Remember the last chapter that is practically the prologue. So be prepared. I will start it once I write the whole thing down in note book.
~allpowerfullnerdqueen