Dragon's Flight by S. R. Langley

Author:S. R. Langley [Langley, S. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2021-05-02T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11:

TO HELL IN A HANDBAG!

Mary gave a terrified shriek. “No! Not my Grannie! Not my Grannie” she screamed, as she and Roger rushed to the edge and peered downwards into the seething hell-hole. Roger could hardly bring himself to look. He just couldn’t believe that Grannie Maddam and Taog could be snatched away from them just like that, suddenly plunged into a flaming sea of fiery death.

As he looked down his heart skipped a beat at the sight that met his eyes. They were both alive!

Miraculously, Taog, with one hand, had managed to grab hold of the rope that dangled beneath him, and in fact very nearly reached to the surface of the magma lake. As he did so, despite his burning arm, he had also grabbed hold of Grannie Maddam with his other hand. A mere inch further, or another second gone by, and he would have missed, with both falling to their horrible deaths, devoured by the hungry Fire-Sharks waiting below.

They hung there, swinging and twirling in the smoky, red fumes. Grannie was beating at Taog’s arm and extinguishing the last of the flames. Despite the terrible pain he was in, Taog was still grimly hanging on for dear life. But they were now well and truly stuck. Without the use of both arms, there was no way he alone could pull them up the rope to the relative safety of the ledge. Roger immediately realized the danger. The Fire-Sharks were rearing up out of the magma lake, right beneath their two potential victims. Roger could see that there was no way the Fire-Sharks could possibly miss. Taog and Gran would be picked off any second by more flaming spit-balls.

Before Roger could shout or do anything though, Taog’s brother Yllib had leaned as far forward over the ledge as he could and was carefully aiming his crossbow down into the fiery pit.

Just as one Fire-Shark lunged upwards ready to spray its prey with a stream of fiery magma, Ylllib’s deadly bolt struck it in the eye. The mortally wounded Fire-Shark fell back and began thrashing madly about in its death throes.

The other Fire-Sharks seeing this immediately sprang into action, but not against Taog and Gran. There was far easier prey to be had. They had no qualms about consuming one of their very own. The weaker and the more wounded the better. The fiery magma now seethed and boiled in an eruption of frenzied feeding as the mortally wounded Fire-Shark was torn to pieces by its comrades.

This gave Roger the time he needed, the time to get into action and save his beloved friends.

“Carry on picking them off the best you can,” he shouted to Yllib.

Then he telepathed to Regor. “Regor, we need your blue dragon flame again. Can you create enough to protect them while we pull them up?”

“Yesh, Wodger, I cansh, they are nears enuff but I gets very tired an juss don’t knowsh how longsh for!”

“Well, do your best, we’ve got to get them up out of there.

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