Wizard's Keep by James J. Deeney

Author:James J. Deeney
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Monster, Magic, Elves, strange creatures, Battles
Publisher: Create Space
Published: 2016-02-29T16:00:00+00:00

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Palaber was like no other dragon imaginable. Though the black creature did have massive wide wings and a wingspan of almost fifty meters, it had the head of a male human, covered in white hair. With its huge, slanted, yellow eyes, it glared at the small company. When Palaber looked at Feverfew, she at first felt afraid, until she remembered the woman’s words. Trying hard not to be afraid, she now felt something, a feeling. She realized suddenly what it was, Palaber was probing her mind. The dragon opened its mouth and roared again.

Everyone could see its black, ash-covered teeth. Suddenly white flame burst from its mouth right over the Lady’s head. She moved back a couple of steps, when Palaber stumbled right out of the entrance, and all of a sudden it was towering above Feverfew and the others.

Orleo gulped.

Baldo gripped the terrified Salter by the arm, making the boy cry out with pain.

“What do you want?” roared the dragon, as it slowly folded its wings like a melodeon, along its broad back. Its spiked tail slapped the ground hard, throwing dust and small pieces of gravel into the air. It was then everyone saw that one of its wings was injured. Deep red sores covered the dragon's injured wing. Long pieces of skin were flaking from it.

The pungent smell of decay, from the rotting wing, had Salter choking with disgust.

“The ancients have asked us to seek your help great, Palaber!” shouted the Lady, studying the dragon’s injured wing.

“The ancients!” roared Palaber. “Hah!” Suddenly white flame belched upwards, as the dragon gave a great rift. The foul smell of its breath had everyone choking and stepping back.

“They have told us you can help Feverfew bring her magic to fruition,” shouted the Lady.

“Feverfew,” hissed the dragon, glaring at Feverfew again. “So that is your name. Yes, I sensed you have great power. But I cannot help you release it.”

“The ancients said you could help!” shouted the Lady. She was disappointed.

“What do the ancients know about me?” roared Palaber. “It is their fault that I live so long like this- a dragon- a thing that most people despise and fear. Do you know how lonely it gets being a dragon? Do you!” Palaber roared louder.

“I expect it is lonely,” said the Lady. “But then the loneliness is of your own making. You could live with others like yourself.”

“Others! Like me! Hah! What others?” All of a sudden the dragon's voice grew softer. “You know where there are others like me?” it asked.

Almost Immediately Feverfew felt sorry for the dragon. She could imagine how lonely Palaber was. Who would be friends with such a creature?

“Yes,” answered the Lady.

Suddenly the dragon took a step towards her. One of its huge feet almost crushed Orleo, who just managed to leap out of the way.

“Where? Tell me!” roared Palaber, “where, are there others like me?”

“You will help us?” asked the Lady.

“It depends on what help you need?” said Palaber, its eyes now lighting on Feverfew again.

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