Brunswik Black.

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Brunswik Black.

 

Short Story by Fourswords2.

 

 

 

Proud was he, this King of Dragon, to stand unscathed above;

 

Sour was I, sheathed with bronze, to fight this undiserable foxglove.

 

Towering high, this mighty dragon, not yeilding to determination;

 

Cowering did I, forced to fight, this merciless scaled damnation.

 

 

 

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The crowd belowed excitement as I stepped into the ring, bronze mace held tightly in the right; simple wooden shield on the left. So loud was this, the peoples voice masked that of the dragons' roar.

 

 

 

Foolish as was to another; it was to me. By the King himself in the high seats, I was being forced to duel this creature for my theivery. If I was to kill the dragon myself, with no aid from anyone or anything, I would be released under watchiful eyes. But I doubt I could win such a fight--given only bronze weaponry and armor was like giving a dog a harness. My sister Anabell begged and begged, but was ignored and cast aside. Love is as love does, and by the gods would I round the beast. My stomach tightened as Anabell was spotted in the masses, worry etching every detail. I flicked briskly with my mace--she did the same with hand--and turned back to my adversary. O god, was this nervousracking.

 

 

 

Tramping through the fence directly opposite mine, the King of all Dragons (the one, the only) glinted dangerously in the fading light. Brunswick black scales stood on edge, released; stood on edge, released. Such was the movement of rage-breathing, purely pissed at being caged and drawn to battle.

 

 

 

The crowds grew silent. Horribly silent. The only sounds were those of the occasional muffles and grunts of the beast. Early-evening moon was reflected in its opaline eyes.

 

 

 

With no other choice; do-or-die; I stampeded forward with mace upraised and shield center-squared. Suicidal, of course, but give it a shot.

 

 

 

Piviting on the spot in one ragous move, the dragons' tail whooshed in the air before me and dropped to the ground in a hurry. The sheer force of the impact rocked me backwards. Caught off-balance, I fell to the ground and rolled--smart thing, for the tail cracked down again where I was seconds before. Standing upright and sprinting to the nearest rocky outcrop, the crowd once more roared as a ball of fire exploded ahead of me. I cried aloud for Anabell and split for another direction. Losing hope and becoming frightful was seeping into my speed, and I was slower than should be.

 

 

 

Reaching the rounded stone wall of the ring, the perimeter of this hellish place, I swiveled and placed my shield before me. Fire glanced off the wood until it glazed over black, and with one last blast of the heat, splintered. I dropped the shield and stared in the eyes of beast. O mercy no, O please no. . .

 

 

 

Lurching forward insanely, all three heads struck at me--but I ducked and sped through the legs and thrusted my mace at the underside of the belly. Blood splattered down over me, and a murderous rumble came from the middle head and was followed by the other two.

 

 

 

Heaving and bucking did the dragon do so, and I was immediatly trampeled. Crushed hard into the dirt of the ring. My bronze chainmail lay broken around me, and I knew that bones had been cracked inside. Damnit, this hurt.

 

 

 

But the dragon continued to leak blood, and pace was slowed. I was no longer stepped on, but I could do no more than lay distraught.

 

 

 

Something bounced beside me. It came to a halt with a sharp clack-clack. Creening my neck just enough to see, it looked like. . .a vial? Yes. A vial. A vial full of red liquid. Then it was. . .a healing potion. My god, someone had thrown me a healing potion.

 

 

 

Crawling on my stomach in agonizing slowness, I reached the vial and popped the cork out. Pouring the substance down my throat, the masses of people jammed in the stands screamed their disagreement. But through this makeshift noise, I could hear one voice.

 

 

 

"Come on, Gerald. Get up...get up, please!" It was Anabell. By the heavens alone, she had tossed the vial. O thank you, sis. Thank god for you.

 

 

 

Replenishing my health did the red liquid do. My cuts and bruises dissapeared as if they weren't there. I gathered about what was left of my supplies. Not much, but would do.

 

 

 

Looking for the dragon again once more, I noticed him hunched over by the far end. It was heavingly breathing and shuttering, perhaps of the blood loss. Oh no doubt, you fool, it was the blood loss.

 

 

 

I stood. Poised my weapon. Then charged.

 

 

 

Running the distance of about a quarter of a mile, I fastly approached the apparant sleeping beast and hacked.

 

 

 

One of the heads, actually the closest to the right, was left on a thread as I chopped again. Again and again I hacked 'n chopped, feverishly hoping it would be decapitated. Finally, it came lose.

 

 

 

And the rage was unleashed.

 

 

 

Swinging about its other two heads, fire sparked around and the heat nearly melted my mace. I screamed and ducked--but was pathetically done so. My insides squirmed with the flames and I soon was diminished to raggedy clothes.

 

 

 

I was left with no weapon. No armor. And I was sure there was no more vials waiting to be tossed inside the ring.

 

 

 

Crying down in the dust, I only prayed to the gods for mercy. Prayed and prayed, burned and burned.

 

 

 

Bam bam bam bam, KABAM! Suddenly the fire was gone and so was the heat. I peered up through burnt eyelids.

 

 

 

My Anabell was shooting spell after spell over the dragon, forcing it away from me. She had climbed down into the ring, regardless of the people around her bellowing to stop, and had made it partially the way to me.

 

 

 

Seeing this act of savoury, I struggled to my wobbly feet and joined her, coarsing her on.

 

 

 

She merely tossed me some runes; I absorbed them into my loody palms, and sent down a lightning bolt so intensified that it blinded everyone who spectacted. After the smoke and haze lifted, the dragon lay in its broken body.

 

 

 

The beast was defeated. I could only stare at my sister. . . we both knew what was to come. . .

 

 

 

We hung on the cords eternally. . .together. . .

 

 

 

I love you Anabell.

[archimage_a]

Hehe good story, I hate stories that just appear then vanish but, i put that aside and it was a good story.

[fourswords_2]

Huh lol?!

 

 

 

But thanks for reading!! Take a look at my Soul Harvest one, it's really good...

 

 

 

Still adding chapters to it too.

[azntemplar_00]

Nice detail ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ã

[fourswords_2]

Hey thankee!!!

 

 

 

Such good commentors. :P

[fourswords_2]

I'm just bumping this in the hopes of more readers. :)

 

 

 

I really did spend a lot of time on this entertainment. Mayhaps people can critique?

[Buddy69]

Nice story. I really enjoyed it.

[fourswords_2]

Oh good. Lol thanks. :)