Dragons Seduced by Laura Wylde

Author:Laura Wylde [Wylde, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Heath

I didn’t sleep well that night. I was suspicious of every wild animal sound. I woke with every creak and groan of the building. I could feel the nebulous god invading my dreams. “Cave dragon, creature of Gaia, why do you assist these humans? You’re not one of them. Your place is in a cave deep in the earth, guarding the treasures of the ancients. Go back where you belong, and all the treasures of the world are at your disposal.”

I struggled awake, still feeling his intangible presence. The sun was barely above the horizon. The rest looked like they had also spent a restless night. Their bags were packed, but their clothes were disheveled, and their faces numb and rubbery. “Aren’t we all bright-eyed and rosy cheeked this morning?” Asked Orson, assuming his dragon form.

“Navigator just fly us in the right direction,” said Damian, speaking for all of us. “Spare the pep talk.”

Irene climbed up on my back and clenched her arms and legs around my neck. He was on one. I’ll bet he ate a sea urchin for breakfast. Those venomous spines may be lethal to others, but to a water dragon, they are like junking out on speed. He shot into the air, did a giant loop and flew out toward the ocean. “Hasta la vista! Geronimo! May the force be with you.”

I crouched and unfolded my wings as I searched for a strong updraft. I caught one. Stretching out my neck, I sprang forward, the lift of air bowing under my wingspread, propelling me higher. I reached for the heights Orson gained so effortlessly, my giant wingspan casting shadows on the ground. Barnaby flashed by me in a streak of flaming colors, with Damian close behind. I was heavier bodied than they were but what I lacked in speed, I made up for in endurance. I could circle the globe three times before tiring.

Orson was leading us west. We traveled along the edge of the coast, watching the population centers grow smaller, the towns further apart. There were early morning fishermen. They were accustomed to strange sightings. They only looked up once, their hands shading their brows, then went back to work on their nets.

The brush grew stragglier, the beach rockier. Orson made a turn in the air and began his descent. The rest of us followed in a uniform line, dipping toward the ocean and wheeling among the seagulls looking for scraps along the shore.

The attack seemed to come from out of nowhere. We were circling, ready to touch down on dry land when we were met with a swarm of blue-green locusts. They swirled around us, blinding us. Orson veered toward the ocean to avoid them, but they kept coming, flying into our eyes, beating against our wings. Together, Orson and Barnaby drew in their collective breath and released it simultaneously. A spray of water and fire mixed together, creating a scalding steam.

The locusts buzzed in confusion, then congealed together in a powdery giant eagle.

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