The Legend of Huma by Richard A. Knaak & Mike S. Miller & Andrea Divito & Steve Kurth

Author:Richard A. Knaak & Mike S. Miller & Andrea Divito & Steve Kurth [Knaak, Richard A. & Miller, Mike S. & Divito, Andrea & Kurth, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, General, Science Fiction, Comics & Graphic Novels, Childrens
ISBN: 9781932796070
Google: J7cGAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 193279607X
Goodreads: 25295
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
Published: 1988-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

LeqeNo of HuMa

rior, straight and true in the path, could do what I could not, and are not the Knights of Solamnia the sons of Paladine? Does that not make them brethren in spirit to Kiri-Jolith?"

Huma stared at the gleaming sword buried deep in the mound of jewels and coins. In him there was a yearning so strong that he nearly ran to it. But suddenly the terrible visage of Wyrmfather was again before him. The hot, sulfu-rous breath stung the knight's eyes.

"Free me, Knight of Solamnia, and anything here is yours! Even the mirror, which served me so well before the darkness camel"

The mirror. Huma looked at it. If he could learn its secrets . . . His own bluster amazed him. "How does it work? I might consider, then."

"You must think of a place you wish to go and then ask— No! Release me first!"

The very mountain trembled as Wyrmfather went into another berserk rage.

The hammering began anew—louder, if at all possible.

Wyrmfather raised its massive head and shrieked, "I will not be cheated again!"

Huma ran for the sword. The maddened dragon lashed out in anger. The massive jaws opened wide, and the long, draping, forked tongue whipped out. Wyrmfather meant to make a morsel out of the tiny human.

Huma's hand closed around the hilt of the sword. It burned in his grip, even through his gauntlets. Despite the pain, he pulled the sword free and held it high, moving through sheer reflex and skill.

Wyrmfather's jaws closed down on Huma, swallowing countless treasures in the process. For a moment, Huma vanished into the maw of the titan.

With a rock-shattering cry of pain, the ancient leviathan spasmed. Gold, silver, statuary, jewels, and a badly battered Huma fell from his jaws. The knight hit one of the piles below, sending shockwaves through his right arm.

Above, Wyrmfather shook its head back and forth, trying to dislodge the sword it had forced into its own head. It was a futile effort; the body was already reacting by reflex. The brain of the dragon was dead, the green blade having

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cut through all barriers protecting it. The dragon's actions only served to drive the blade deeper.

Huma rose to his feet just as the massive head began its final descent. Even in death, Wyrmfather could spell the end of Huma. The knight scrambled.

The massive skull struck the ground precipitously close to Huma. The knight—along with nearly a king's ransom in valuables—was flung forward, his last thoughts of Solam-nia. His body struck the mirror—

—and landed in the muck and mire of a rain-soaked wasteland.

His first frantic thoughts were for the sword. It had remained jammed in the dying dragon's jaws. Huma had to retrieve it.

How? He surveyed his surroundings—and reeled in shock. This was Solamnia! Very near Vingaard Keep. Huma sat up and put his face in his hands. He had discovered the secret of the mirror. Now he was transported far from the mountains—and his companions!

His right arm was numb and nearly useless, but he felt no broken bones.