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Episode
I The Corsair
Shasara stumbled forward as she was prodded
from behind. Ahead of her Vayasha
and Che Sha haltingly made their way down the dungeon
corridor. The weight of chain
each of them was carrying made walking
difficult. Their attempt to rescue
the Red Dragon could not have been less
successful. They had been in
the dungeon cell that Malvin had tricked them into for only a few minutes
before several armed guards had shown up at the grating ten feet above
them. They had been ordered to
throw down their weapons. They
had refused, of course, but when the guards above them pointed out how easy
it would be to pour boiling water on their heads, they had changed their
minds.
As soon as their weapons had left their hands
their ordeal had begun. The door
to the cell had been opened a tiny
amount. From above a command
had been shouted. Alright,
now out! One
at a time.
The dark haired one first. Looking
to the source of the voice they could see that several crossbows were now
trained on them. They were caught
like lobsters in a pot. Bravely
Che Sha had gone to the door and squeezed through the narrow
opening. Outside, she had been
seized by a several waiting soldiers.
She thought about resisting, but realized that she was hopelessly
outnumbered.
She was not bound, but marched a short distance
down the corridor to a place where the stone hallway opened out into a small
room. There were over a dozen
heavily armed men waiting there for her.
All this manpower, she thought, just to capture
three women. They must be really
afraid of us.
Over here, you slant-eyed bitch,
ordered one of the soldiers. By
his insignia Che Sha realized that he was a
sergeant. He pointed to the middle
of the room. Now,
strip. And
do it fast or well do it for
you. And dont think we
wouldnt enjoy doing that.
The surrounding men laughed.
Che Sha looked from face to face but saw no
sympathy in the eyes of any of the men, only an undisguised
lust. Controlling her fear, she
first removed her sash and then unlaced her
corset. Discarding the outer
garment she slowly began to undo the ties of her
blouse. Once by one she loosened
them, allowing her blouse to fall open.
Nice set of tits, commented the
sergeant. And a hard flat
belly. I like
that.
Kind of like taking a little girl to
bed aint it, Rethon? jibed a second
soldier. I like a little
more meat on em myself.
All the same, said another soldier,
I wouldnt toss her out of my
bunk. Shed be worth a silver
piece.
Che Sha coloured as the crowd of soldiers
discussed her merits. For an
instant she considered defying her captors, but another look at their lust-filled
faces made her realize that they would welcome any chance to rip the clothes
off her body themselves. She
continued to undress, pulling her blouse out of her pants and sliding it
from her body, leaving her naked to the
waist. Then she removed her sash
and her boots. As each item of
clothing was removed more lewd comments were made about her supple
curves. Finally she was down
to her trousers. Here she hesitated,
acutely aware of the vulgar stares of the surrounding
men.
Rethon stepped
forward. Need help there,
bitch? Ill give you a
hand. Before Che Sha could
respond he grabbed the hem of her trousers and yanked them
down. Che Shas training
kicked in. Without conscious
thought, she struck out, the palm of her hand slamming into the sergeants
face. The force of the blow should
have shattered his nose, but Rethon was still wearing his
helmet. The heel of her hand
struck his nose guard, bending the metal, but saving his
nose. Still, the soldier bled
like a stuck pig, blood streaming from his nostrils.
The remaining soldiers closed on Che
Sha. There was little she could
do to defend herself. They came
at her from all sides, and her trousers were around her
knees. Her arms and legs were
seized and she was lifted off the ground.
Helpless in the hands of so many strong men, Che Sha felt the rest
of her clothing torn from her body, then they simply held on to her while
she struggled wildly to escape.
Rethon lurched forward, his face a mask of
anger. Spread the bitch,
he roared, Im gonna take her right
here!
Cant do that sarge, said
one of the other soldiers interposing himself between he red-faced sergeant
and Che Sha. The Duke would
have your balls. He said they
was to be brought to him
untouched.
Damn the
started Rethon,
and then remembering that he was about to curse his duke in front of his
most loyal soldiers, he stopped.
Alright, he said
finally. Then chain the
bitch and fetch the next one.
Wiping blood from his face, he moved aside to let his men go for the
next prisoner.
Shasara came
next. She walked proudly, her
head held high. When she strode
into the room she looked each man in the eye, almost as if she was daring
them to attack her.
By this time, Che Sha had been securely
chained. She was on her knees
in one corner of the room, covered in sweat and panting from the exertion
of her struggle with the soldiers.
Bruises marked her face, arms and
breasts. Heavy shackles had been
placed on each of her ankles and connected with thick links of
chain. Her wrists had been similarly
manacled and chained in front of her.
A thick iron collar had been locked about her slender neck and connected
to the manacles on her wrists by two other lengths of
chain. The weight of chain the
soldiers had used could easily have been used to tow a fully laden
wagon.
Shasara absorbed all of this in a
glance. If she was horrified
at what had been done to the Shang princess she did not show it, instead
her eyes narrowed and her mouth was set in a straight
line. Che Sha had seen that look
before. No Shasara,
she said in Silvani, do not resist.
These men are beasts. They
will welcome the chance to beat and humiliate
you. Better you do not give them
that satisfaction.
Shut up you Shang mongrel, said
Rethon. He understood nothing
of what had been said, but he did not want the prisoners conversing with
one another. He turned to
Shasara. Strip, he
ordered. He had no epithet for
silver haired woman that stood in front of
him. He was a bit taken aback
by her beauty. He had never seen
anyone like her before. Even
in the flickering light of the dungeon torches, Shasaras hair shone
like liquid silver. Her perfect
skin was unblemished and tanned by several months at sea and a life in the
outdoors. Eyes of piercing blue
stared unflinchingly into his and were set above high cheekbones a straight
nose, and full, kissable lips. As
she turned her head her exotic slightly pointed ears were
revealed.
Rethon was unable to meet the steely gaze
of the Silvani ranger. Dropping
his eyes, he repeated his command.
Strip.
He took a step toward her.
With a look of distain, Shasaras hands went to the ties at the
top of her corset. If it could
be said that a woman stripped with dignity, it would have been a description
of Shasaras disrobing. She
removed her corset, and then took off her sash before loosening each tie
on her blouse, revealing her high, perfect
breasts. Beneath her clothes,
her skin was the colour of ivory, and smoother than
satin. A murmur of approval went
up from the assembled soldiers.
Each pink tipped breast was so firm that it hardly quivered as she
dropped her blouse to the floor.
By the gods, Id like to suck on
those, said one of the men.
Almost as if on a signal the rest of the assembled soldiers chimed
in with comments on Shasaras anatomy, and what they would like to do
to it. Shasara acted as if she
was undressing in the privacy of her
room. Not a blush, not a tremor
showed that she even noticed any of the men about
her. Inside, however, the forest
dweller was fighting hard to maintain her calm
exterior. Her heart was beating
so fast that she was sure the men around her would be able to hear its
pounding. A chunk of lead seemed
to fill her stomach, and she feared that she might faint from the tension
of keeping her self control. She
could feel a rivulet of sweat running down her
backbone. But she finished the
job. Finally, she stepped out
of her trousers and stood revealed in her
nakedness.
Nice tight ass, commented
Rethon. He almost reached out
a hand to touch the sylvan goddess standing in front of him, but stopped
just short of her body.
Chain her, he ordered.
As the men closed about her to do the sergeants bidding Rethon
bellowed down the hall. Send
out the last bitch.
A few seconds later, Vayasha was escorted
into the room. The younger forest
maiden blanched when she saw the fate of her sister and Che Sha, but held
herself proud and erect as Shasara had.
Do not resist, Vayasha, said
Shasara. Pretend that they
are not here, but do as they say.
Vayasha
nodded. At the order to strip,
she calmly followed her sisters
example. The usual chorus of
coarse comments followed her as her garments dropped to the
floor. In the year since she
had met Melissa she had matured.
Her pert breasts were now almost as large as Shasaras and equally
firm. A little bit of the child
still remained in her slender build, but her curves were filling out, resulting
in a body of exquisite beauty. As
she stood in the cold air of the dungeon her nipples
stiffened. Several of the men
watching her licked their lips
unconsciously. The eyes of the
soldiers who surrounded her seemed to bore into her like
gimlets. Naked and frightened
she did her best to follow Shasaras
advice. But she trembled as the
soldiers seized her and chained her like her
companions.
Scared little girl?
Rethon sneered.
Youll soon have more than enough reason to be
afraid. He gripped the
chain about her neck. Now
march. I think the Duke
has something special planned for
you.
Dragging their chains, the three maidens
complied. They were escorted
through a maze of corridors beneath the palace, some of them part of the
dungeon, and others part of the
foundations. The route chosen
seemed quite random. Shasara
and Vayasha, who had acute senses of direction, were certain that they doubled
back at least a half dozen times.
It became clear after awhile that being forced to march naked in the
damp and cold of the palace foundations was part of their
ordeal. Compounded by being forced
to carry a weight of chain that came close to two-thirds of their body weights,
each of the young women was soon gasping for
breath.
Shasara looked at the
sergeant. The cruel smile he
gave her confirmed her suspicions.
Hefting her chains, she plodded on, trying not to show her weariness
and fear. Sooner or later her
captors would tire of their game.
But that was not something she especially
welcomed. It was almost certain
that when she and her companions were taken before the Duke, being forced
to carry chains around a dungeon would seem slight punishment
indeed. With pounding heart and
a body trembling with exhaustion, she stumbled
on. Just ahead of her she heard
Che Sha grunt with the effort as she was directed up a
stairway. Ignoring the pain in
her legs, she followed. A door
opened at the top of the stairs and the three women were forced into a large
room. Ahead of her, she heard
Che Sha and Vayasha gasp. The
ranks parted and she saw what had made the other two women catch their
breath. Melissa!
she said.
Melissa tried to raise her
head. But she was near
unconsciousness. She was strapped
to the wheel, her body stretched so tightly that she was certain her arms
and legs had been partly torn from their
sockets. Rey had kept her there
since the Duke had left. Short
of tearing her limb from limb Rey had used every trick he knew to get her
to talk. Her body was crisscrossed
with the bloody welts of dozens of lashes, most of them across her breasts
and belly. Her vagina ached from
another encounter with the pear, and Rey had hung heavy weights from each
of her nipples. But nothing had
made her tell him where the treasure was
buried.
Again and again he had asked her the same
question. Where have you
buried the treasure? Tell me
where.
Even when in the most acute agony she had
always given him the same answer.
There is no buried
treasure. That had only
made him the more furious. When
seized with that sort of anger, Rey had resorted to the
lash. As he was with most instruments
of torture, Rey was a master with the
whip. He could strike any part
of her body that he chose, and her breasts and belly had been his favourite
target. Now he had beaten her
until she was almost senseless. But
even when barely able to speak Melissas answer had not
charged. There is no buried
treasure.
You will tell me, said Rey, and
soon. He was almost frothing
at the mouth in frustration. If
Melissa could have smiled she would.
Answering the way she did was her own private joke; something to keep
her going. It stemmed from the
fact that Rey did not have the imagination to suppose that Melissa could
have disposed of the treasure any other way except digging a hole and hiding
it in the ground. In actual fact,
Melissa and the three girls had loaded their share of the treasure into a
small boat and dumped it into the ocean.
They had chosen the hiding place
well. It was just offshore in
water that was deep enough to keep it hidden at low tide, but still accessible
when they wanted to retrieve it.
Even the other pirates had been
fooled. When Melissa and her
companions had rowed around to the far side of the island from the ship,
they all supposed that they had taken it ashore and buried it on the beach;
after all they had taken shovels with
them. But they had
not. They had found a distinctive
rock and tossed the treasure into the
sea. As Melissa had pointed out,
water would not hurt silver and gold.
But the Duke had been told that the treasure was buried on the beach
by disloyal members of the crew.
Melissa had expected that to
happen. After all, pirates were
not really to be trusted. And
she had laughed when she had returned to add to her horde and seen that most
of the beach had been dug up.
The Duke had been misinformed and passed on
the misinformation to Rey. And
that had kept the location secret.
Because certainly, in her agony and delirium, Melissa
would have told him of the treasure if he had just asked the right
question. But he had not,
and so he readied his hot irons.
Everything he had tried so far had failed, but perhaps when the Red
Dragon felt the pain of white hot iron, she would change her
mind.
Almost ready, my lovely, said
Rey.
Almost
ready. I dont think
you are asleep, but if you are then I am sure you will wake up when I use
these. He drew one of the
irons from the brazier. It was
almost blinding in its intensity.
Yes, this looks ready.
Lets give it a try.
Hold!
The voice was the Dukes.
Rey
turned. But your Excellency,
I was almost ready to deliver my piece de
resistance. Im sure it
would have gotten the information out of her.
Save your irons,
Rey. You may yet get to use them,
but perhaps on different victims.
The Duke spoke quite jovially.
Rey was hard-pressed to see any sort of
joke. And then he saw the reason
for the change in the Dukes mood.
Through the door of the dungeon came three
of the most beautiful women Rey had ever
seen. Each rivaled the Red Dragon,
though all were quite different from her.
The girls, for all of them were only a few years into womanhood, were
laden with chains. Rey had never
seen prisoners so heavily shackled, and they moved only with great difficulty,
all of them clearly on the verge of
collapse.
I have here the Red Dragons
companions. Exquisite, are they
not? Can you imagine the pleasure
of having these three beauties to yourself in addition to the Red
Dragon?
Reys eyes widened at the thought, and
he licked his wide lips. The
Duke laughed. Yes,
he said, I can see that you
can. He turned his gaze
to Melissa. Is she
conscious? If not revive
her.
Melissa was
conscious. The arrival of the
Duke followed by those she held most dear had snapped her out of her
reverie. Her green eyes wide,
she watched in horror as her three companions were marched into the
dungeon.
The Duke stood in front off
her. The game is up, dragon
whore. Now you will tell me what
I want to know or you will see your companions taken to the rack and torn
limb from limb.
Melissa said
nothing. She knew that she had
lost, but some forlorn hope kept her from giving
in. The Duke turned to his
guards. Unchain the older
silver-haired one and suspend her from the
ceiling. I want to warm her up
first.
Melissa watched in horror as Shasara was unchained
and dragged forward. A number
of chains hung from the ceiling, and the Silvani maidens wrists were
locked into these so that she was forced to stand on her tiptoes, her arms
stretched over her head. Shasara
said nothing as she was hung helpless from the chins, but for the first time
a flicker of fear passed over her perfect
features. She had seen the hot
irons.
The Duke looked the sylvan beauty up and
down. A look of undisguised lust
swept over his face. You
choose well in your companions, dragon
bitch. I doubt that there are
a comelier bunch of maidens anywhere in the
dukedom. And they are maidens
are they not?
Shasara gasped as the Duke ran his hands down
her body. She was sweating profusely
from the effort of lugging the chains, but not all the droplets on her body
were from exertion. A cold chill
filled her soul as for the first time she felt a mans hands sweep over
her exquisite body.
The Dukes hands probed her nether
region. Shasara set her jaw as
the Duke slid one large finger over her vulva and then parting her lower
lips, pushed it into her. A
maiden, as I said, exulted the
Duke. But not for long
I assure you. He looked
into Shasaras eyes and was taken aback by her calm
stare. She is a quiet
one, he said.
Lets see if we cant get her to make some
noise. Moving over the
brazier he took out one of the white hot irons.
Now,
mused the Duke, where shall we
begin? Perhaps I will inscribe
the ducal crest on her breasts.
But I will not burn the nipples
I want to play with those later.
Raising the iron he moved it towards Shasaras quivering
breasts.
NO!
Melissas shout reverberated
throughout the dungeon. She had
called on her last reserves of strength to make that call, but it got the
desired result.
No? asked the
Duke.
And why
not? I see no reason to
stop.
I will tell you of the treasure,
said Melissa, hanging her head, but you must promise me one
thing.
You are not really in a position to
bargain, dragon bitch. Why should
I promise you anything?
Because, said Melissa raising
her head and looking directly into the Dukes eyes, I believe
that when I tell you about the treasure, you will rape and torture all of
us. Since I have nothing to lose
by dying the way you intend me to die, then I will tell you nothing unless
you make me one promise.
And that is? asked the
Duke.
Do what you want with me, but release
my companions unharmed. They
know nothing of the treasure. I
did not take them with me when I took it to its final
location. If I refuse to tell
you where it is you will never find it, and they will be able to tell you
nothing.
Shasara opened her mouth to protest, but Melissa
silenced it. Trust me!
she said in Silvani.
The duke thought a
minute.
Alright.
You have a bargain. Tell
me where the treasure is and your companions go
free.
I want your word of honour, Melissa
insisted.
I have just given it, said the
Duke, his face turning red.
Swear, said
Melissa.
Damn you, dragon bitch, I
swear. Now tell me what I want
to know. He returned the
iron to the brazier.
Melissa told him, leaving out no
details. She spoke to the Duke
alone, as he did not trust any of his men to hear, including
Rey. When she had finished he
nodded. You are a woman
of honour, he said. I
believe you. I shall depart tomorrow
to find my treasure. But first
a little pleasure. He gestured
towards Shasaras helpless form.
Guards, take her down and spread her for
me. I want to introduce her to
the ways of men.
But you
promised! You gave your word
of honour! Melissa protested.
Your own soldiers bore witness!
I promised not to harm any of them,
answered the Duke, calmly. His
lip curled as he leered at Shasara.
Surely you do not consider being honoured by a duke as
harm? He turned to the
assembled soldiers. What
think you? Would not my deflowering
of this maiden pay her the greatest tribute?
A hearty laugh went up from the dozen or so
guards. They clearly enjoyed
the way the Duke had outwitted the Red
Dragon.
You see, dragon
bitch. There can be no harm when
a duke takes a pirate whore. I
am sure your silver-haired companion will enjoy this as much as I
do.
Shasara struggled helplessly as she was taken
down from the chains. She had
remained composed until now, but the horror of the situation now overwhelmed
her. She was to be raped in front
of her younger sister and other
companions. She fought wildly,
twisting and heaving her body in a desperate but futile attempt to break
free.
She was held by four men, each much stronger
that she was. They laughed at
her frantic efforts, enjoying her obvious fear and the erotic writhing of
her sweating body. They held
her until she was exhausted, and then as the Duke had ordered spread her
legs.
Duke Roland was
ready. He had already freed his
engorged shaft from his trousers and advanced upon
her. The fear and revulsion on
the face of his victim stiffened his
member. The thought of ravishing
the frightened virgin had him more excited than he had been since he had
raped the Red Dragon. And there
were two more virgins to go. He
would rape them also, and then the Red Dragon once
more. After that he would turn
them over to his men and have the three girls gang
raped in front of the red-haired bitch.
Only then would he have her taken to the public square and publicly
tortured and executed.
All of these thoughts pulsed through his mind
as stepped up to his silver-haired
victim. He watched the exotic
silver-haired beautys eyes widen in terror as he moved between her
legs. He reached out and gripped
her thighs. Pulling back slightly
he prepared to drive into her. He
was going to go in hard and deep in order to cause maximum
pain.
He almost jumped out of his skin at the noise
that came from behind him. Never
had he heard so terrible a sound.
For a second he forgot about the inviting pink nether lips of the
silver-haired girl. He turned
his head in the direction of the Red Dragon.
His erection
shriveled. The redheaded pirate
turned a gaze on him that froze him in his
place. Green fire blazed from
her eyes, but it was another aspect of her naked body that stunned and terrified
him. The strange dragon tattoo
was moving on its own. For a
brief instant, Duke Roland thought that it was some trick of the light, but
as he watched the tattoo not only moved, but began to
expand. The red scales of the
mythical beast multiplied, spreading over all of her torso and then moving
along her arms and down her pelvis to her
legs. The head changed position.
Shifting up from between her breasts to her neck and then to her
face. And then the womans
body began to change.
The several dozen soldiers in the dungeon
cried out in horror and amazement, but it was Che Sha who
spoke. The dragon has
quickened, she said, her voice filled with
awe. For the first time
in a thousand years a dragon has quickened.
Vashaya looked at the Shang princess in
bewilderment. Then her eyes went
back to Melissa. Something incredible
was happening.
Something incredible and terribly
frightening.
Solon Reys mouth was as dry as
toast. Of all the people in the
dungeon, he was closest to the Red
Dragon. What he saw filled him
with horror and indescribable terror.
Before his eyes the womans body was twisting out of
shape. The arms and legs thickened
and grew longer. The torso became
more massive and powerfully developed, the beautiful breasts shrinking into
the expanding tissue. The powerfully
muscled arms and legs flexed, and the chains holding her to the wheel snapped
like pieces of rotten string. She
dropped from the wheel, landing on her hind
feet.
Hind feet, the phrase made no sense, but he
looked again. The redheaded pirate
no longer existed. In her place
was a creature of myth and legend.
A shining red
dragon. Rey tried to take
a backward step, but his terror rooted him to the spot.
The dragon reared itself high, and shook its
wings free. The beast stood three
times the height of a man, and had to crouch to avoid striking
its head on the dungeons vaulted ceiling.
Its wings unfolded like those
of some immense bat stretching a full thirty feet from wingtip to
wingtip. A long barbed tail whipped
along the floor behind it, smashing the wheel and scattering its debris like
so much kindling.
Slowly, the dragon turned its glittering emerald
eyes in his direction. Its mouth
slowly opened revealing row after row of glistening white
teeth. Rey felt a warm wetness
between his legs. This could
not be happening. What had happened
to his victim? Where had this
mythical beast come from? And
then the monster spoke. Rey almost
collapsed; the voice was that of the Red Dragon.
Solon Rey, it hissed, your
cruelty is at an end. No more
will you find amusement in the terror and agony of those placed at your
mercy. Now you
die.
Rey opened his mouth in blind terror as the
great horned head snaked toward.
And then the terrible rending teeth closed on his
body. He screamed horribly as
the knifelike teeth sliced into his body.
The dragon tossed him into the air like a cat playing with a
mouse. He was still alive and
shrieking in pain and terror as it caught him on the way down, and bit him
in half. With two gulps it swallowed
his twitching body and then it turned its glowing green eyes toward the
Duke.
Duke Roland looked at the door of the
dungeon. One thought blotted
out all others in his mind.
Escape! He had to reach
that door.
Without even bothering to do up his pants he broke
for the door. His panic
stricken flight triggered off a mass movement of every man in the room toward
the single exit. A tangled throng
clogged the only escape route, soldier fighting with soldier to be the next
out of the dungeon. The Duke
found his way blocked by the very men who were supposed to protect
him.
His mouth dry with fear he turned to look
at the dragon. To his relief,
it had not moved, but its glittering stare transfixed him the way a mouse
is paralyzed by the gaze of a cobra.
He stood, rooted to the spot, sweat dampening his clothing, his bowels
loosening in abject terror. The
dragon spoke. Duke
Roland, it intoned in the eerie voice of the woman he had thought to
torture to death, you have terrorized, murdered, and betrayed your
own people for too long. For
those crimes, and the murder of my father you are sentenced to burn in eternal
fire.
The baleful eyes blazed even more brightly
and then from the dragons mouth shot a jet of
fire. The liquid flame shot across
the dungeon, engulfing the Duke and turning him into a living
torch. The Dukes screech
of agony echoed through the dungeon, as he staggered toward the dragon, his
arms outspread as if seeking to embrace
her. And then with whimper he
dropped to the floor, his body blazing as if it were made of
paraffin.
The dungeon was empty, save the dragon and
the three bewildered young women.
Shasara picked herself up from the floor of the dungeon, where the
Dukes soldiers had dropped her when they
fled. Uncertainly, she moved
toward the huge, menacing, reptilian beast that dominated the
room. Melissa? she
asked hesitantly in an almost childlike
voice.
The dragon swung its enormous head toward
her. If a dragon could be said
to smile, this one did. Do
not worry, Shasara, said Melissas voice, you are safe
now. Free Che
Sha and Vayasha. We have
no need to stay here any longer.
Shasara rushed to do the dragons
bidding. She could still hardly
believe that the beast existed. She
used some of the tools on the benches holding Reys instruments of torture
and in a few minutes had her sister and Che Sha
free. Then they gathered up their
clothing from where the soldiers who had escorted them had dropped
it. She also picked up the clothing
that had been Melissas where Rey had folded
it neatly on his workbench. Somehow
she thought that it might be needed
again.
The dragon watched placidly as the three girls
got themselves ready. Shasara
wondered how they were to escape from the
dungeon. The doorway was far
too small for the dragon to exit that
way. She neednt have
wondered. The dragon did not
need a door. Warning them back,
the dragon flew straight up and tore a great hole in the roof of the
dungeon. Once the blocks of stone
had stopped falling the strange creature helped them through the escape route
it had created. They found themselves
in a large room on the ground floor of the
palace. It was but the work of
a few seconds for the dragon to demolish one of the outer walls and lead
them into the courtyard. As they
exited the building, a few soldiers braver than the rest approached, but
after one look from the dragons fierce eyes and they dropped their
weapons and ran for their lives.
The dragon extended a wing like a
ramp. Get up on me, and
hold tight, she said. With
some trepidation the three women climbed into place at the base of the sinuous
neck and just before the gigantic wings.
Shasara clutched at the sharp spines that ran down the neck, and Vayasha
held onto her, wrapping her arms about her
sister. Che Sha similarly held
onto Vayasha.
With a few downward beats of its wings, the dragon rose into the air. It flew uncertainly at first, and then gaining confidence flew more strongly, rising swiftly above Slandor. The dragon then flew in a wide arc, circling the city. For generations thereafter the people of the ducal capital would speak of the day when the dragon came and the power of the evil duke destroyed. And then the dragon pointed itself toward the sea.
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