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The Eclectic Pen - Dragons

By: Laron C. (icepigs)   + 5 more  
Date Submitted: 1/3/2007
Genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy » Fantasy
Words: 770
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“You’re crazy!” Brogan yelled as his mailed fist crashed down on the wooden table. His eyes narrowed in his anger. “The last of the Great Red Dragons is there, hanging in my window!” His hand swung up from the table and pointed to the giant skull hanging by chains in front of the large windows overlooking the lake. But his eyes never left the mystic seated across from him. “Even the bones of that beast are losing their magic; becoming cool to the touch.” The mystic slowly stood, his black robes moved in a breeze that was not really there. “Brogan, your defeat of that Great Red is legendary. There has never been a better swordsman or fighter in our history. But that was twenty years ago and you and I both know you were lucky then. You can’t hope to fight another one, much less the swarm that is coming.” Brogan walked away from the table. He removed his gauntlet and placed his hand against the Giant skull. “These bones were so hot,” he laughed. “It took me a month to strip all the flesh from it and even then you had to place a spell on these chains to keep the metal from melting. Now, I can place my hand on it. I can still feel the warmth, but its magic is failing. If a single Great Red still existed, these bones would know it. But now you bring tidings of an entire swarm?” “The magic has been stripped.” Morflyn replied. “We both know that the dragon magic infused into those bones should keep them hot enough to melt iron for at least another 100 years. The only thing that can leach that much magic has to be another Great Red. I believe that Great Red is here, living with you.” “Ha! A Great Red living in my own house? Now I know your mad, wizard. A Great Red couldn’t even fit in my house, much less live here without my knowing.” “What of the Wyvern you keep as a pet?” Came Morflyn’s reply. “You mean Wurm?” Brogan laughed. “That’s just what she is, a worm! She’s nearly full grown and not as big as the foot of the beast I killed. Her scales are not even red!” “Looks can be deceiving, brother.” Morflyn said quietly as he walked towards the bookshelves in the opposite direction of Brogan’s trophy. Without turning around, he spoke loud enough for Brogan to hear. “The way that wyvern appeared and seem to become so taken with you is suspect in itself. The way it keeps perched in the jaws of that monster just reinforces my belief.” “Fool. When I found Wurm, she was freshly hatched and near death. Wyvern, dog, or ogre would become smitten with a man who saves its life. You’re just jumping at shadows.” “Am I? Did you see any signs of a struggle? Any siblings?” He accused. “And just how many wyverns give birth in this part of the world?” Morflyn closed his eyes and collected his thoughts. “Be wary, brother. The swarm is coming. I have seen it.” “I don’t know what you think you saw in your vision, but there are no more red dragons.” Brogan grabbed his gauntlet from the table and slid is back on his huge hands. “Now, if there is nothing else, brother, I must return to the courtyard and the knights who have come to learn from me. And even if there was any danger, my knights and I would take care of it. You can see yourself out.” He crashed through the door and quickly carried himself away. ‘As discernible in life as he is in legend,’ though Morflyn as he slowly followed Brogan out of the room. ‘I just pray that he and his knights will be ready’. --------- The small brownish wyvern slowly stuck her out her head from behind the secret door built into the bookshelf. Seeing the room was finally empty, she walked over to the giant skull hanging in the window. With a tiny leap, she jumped into the mouth of the dead dragon, the tips of her claws slowly sinking into the bone. The sunlight streamed through cavities in the skull. She looked behind her once to ensure she was alone. Only then did she opened herself to the magic that not only kept her in this tiny shape, but allowed her to absorb the last of the dead dragon’s life force. ‘The mage could be trouble,’ her thoughts projected thousands of miles to her brothers and sisters. ‘He will be our first target when you arrive. Be ready to come soon as I am almost done with Mother’s bones.’

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