I am Dragon by Michael James Ploof

I am Dragon by Michael James Ploof

Author:Michael James Ploof [Ploof, Michael James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Publisher: Traveling Bard Publishing
Published: 2021-03-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Welcome to Earth

I slept like a baby that night and awoke ready to get to work. My hair blew in a soft breeze that carried the scent of pork cooking over a fire. A few huts away, Philo was beside a fire, slowly turning a whole pig on a spit.

“Good morning, Pyre Sire!” he said and waved happily, eyes so squinty he looked like a baked pothead.

“Morning. Smells good.”

“Yes, thank you. This is my mother’s way, slow and low and keep it sticky.” He dunked a small mop-looking thing into a bucket. It came out dripping with what looked like barbeque sauce, although I doubted it was Sweet Baby Ray’s.

I’d chosen half the Special Forces to sleep in the village with me rather than the caves, so we’d be closer to the beach when the Blytharians attacked again. It had been two days without a sign of them, for which I was thankful but suspicious of. King Varrus had been furious when I mowed down his men, but he hadn’t seemed afraid, and that was more than a little concerning. Then again, if he wasn’t afraid of me and my “magic” weapons, why was he taking so long to retaliate? The longer he took, the more prepared we became.

Maybe he would return with enough warships to blow the island off the map. I had no way of knowing.

Or did I?

Matron Spider was some sort of sorceress. Couldn’t she use a crystal ball or something to show me what ol’ Varrus was up to?

Maybe I’d pay her a visit after breakfast. I needed some food in me if I was going to hike up there, and I wasn’t in a hurry to talk to her again. She probably didn’t want to see me either, me having shot her and all.

The other soldiers showed up, and Philo took a pot off another fire. The concoction inside smelled like coconut and looked like grits, and it proved to be pretty bland. But it was a meal, and two bowls of it filled my belly and had me feeling… like I had to shit.

There were no toilets or toilet paper on the island, but there was a bamboo outhouse and dried leaves to wipe with. It wasn’t much to look at, but it beat the hell out of squatting in the rain forest.

Business done, I put my soldiers to work setting up more traps along the path leading to the volcano. We dug a few more pitfalls and built spiked bamboo barricades that could be pulled across the path during our retreat. The steepness of the trail up and around the volcano would work to our advantage, and we spent the rest of the day piling large rocks above choke points and on ledges. If the Blytharians got this far, they were going to have a hell of a time getting any farther.

After lunch I trekked up to Matron Spider’s cave, wondering if I should apologize for shooting her in the shoulder before I asked for a favor.


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