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night, and some children may not be able to handle what others can.
Parental consent is recommended now for tonights micro terror. In the Wake of the
Dragon's Breath, Part two by Scott Donnelly Doma, The Black Dragon roared maliciously
within the unnatural dark clouds unfurling over Miston, the mysterious yet serene world I
now found myself in. A scream was caught in my throat, along with
a coagulation of nerves and anxiety. I wasn't sure how I ended up here.
We'd been in a car accident, that much, I was sure of.
One minute I was racing through the woods in the stormy night, trying
to find help. The next I was here in Miston. In my hands
were two battle damaged swords. On my back a shield wrapped around me.
Still was my yellow raincoat. The man who had emerged from his dwelling in
the village. The man, who had been playfully blowing on a pan flute
before he saw me, stood in fear as he watched Dooma writhe in the
black clouds, skewing roars and steady streams of fire from deep within his throat,
just as the rest of the villagers raced from their homes to get a
look at the oncoming hostility in the sky. The man turned and faced me.
What is your name, he said, swallowing heavy fear. Danny I
said, I'm Boln Boln Barspow. I nodded, not sure why he was
introducing himself now, when the aura around us felt as if everything was about
to end anyway, Danny Bolan said, you were brought to Miston for a
reason. You arrived just as Doma has reawakened. I'm not usually a man
who puts much of my beliefs and the oracle scriptures of old, but these
two events happening simultaneously are impossible to ignore. What are the oracle scriptures of
old? I asked, My initial thoughts once again heading toward elements of fantasy
books and video games I'd read and played. I have a copy of Bolan
began, but was interrupted by another villager shouting the vessels, the vessels.
There were village wide gasps and screams. Everyone, including Bolan and myself,
looked to the sky as the black clouds flowed over top of us like an
ocean tide. We saw numerous objects shoot down from them, leaving smoky black
trails in their wake. The objects crashed down all across Miston, or at
least the portion of the world. I could see the mountains, the valley,
and then just outside of town there were two objects that slammed into the
ground, embedding themselves and lifting the dirt and soil up around them. Vessels,
I thought, remembering what the villager had shouted, Vessels for what they
looked more like eggs. They were large, about the size of a full
grown human. They were mostly black, embraced with glowing green swirls. Then,
just like an egg, they cracked. The sound was sickening, like
bones breaking. The shells of the eggs exploded outward, and emerging from within
them were dragons. They were on enough smaller scale than domba that much was
obvious, but they were still just as menacing in their appearance. They were
red and black in color, scaly and had razor sharp teeth glistening in their
mouths. Strong leathery wings unfolded from their backs, and long tails unrolled,
revealing hooked ends that looked as if they could slice through anything. The two
dragons outside the gates of the town roared and then charged us. One ran,
one took flight. The villagers screamed and scattered in a panic. They
took shelter in their homes, locking their doors. Boland grabbed me and we
ran as the dragon on foot charged towards us, with nothing but animalistic rage
billowing from it. It roared, startling me enough to I looked briefly over
my shoulder. That's what I saw. It open its mouth and spray a
jet of fire at us. I felt the heat immediately. Bolan did too,
so he yanked me to the side, pulling me down behind one of
the stone homes. The dragon continued past us, its firestorm leading the way
and burning the ground ahead of it. What do we do, I panicked.
Bulan caught his breath and peered around the side of the stone house.
The dragon continued to rush toward another home, one made of wood and a
thatched straw roof. It skidded to a stop, took a deep breath,
and expelled a fiery blast that engulfed the entire home. Within seconds, a
heavy gusting woosh from above pulled our attention to the sky. The second dragon
flapped its wings like large tarps, searching the ground for targets. Boland turned
to me, misteron who will fall? Oh, the dragons will rain?
He said, This is all prophesied and the oracle scriptures of old. I
just looked at him. There has to be something we can do, I
said, not willing to just accept this as the end like he was.
The scriptures said that when Doma awakens, he would rain down vessels to incinerate
the masses. Anything or anyone left would be devoured by Doma himself, and
then the age of the Dragons would rain for thousands of centuries. What about
me, I asked, What do I have to do with this? You
said that Doma and I arriving at the same time was impossible to ignore.
What else do the oracle scriptures say? Bolan looked me in the eye and
then said softly to himself, it wasn't supposed to be a child. What
are you talking about, I asked. Another roar from the soaring dragon above
rattled Bolan from this concentration. Then we heard another house go up in flames,
followed by screams from the villagers. I have a copy of the Oracle
scriptures in my cellar, Bolan said, If we can get to it before
it's burned up, I can read to you what has been foretold about Riston
and why you might be so important to us. Well, where's your home,
I asked. He motioned in the direction of the watch tower. I
peeked around the side of the stone house we hid behind and saw the tower.
Beneath the tower, I saw the small home where I had initially seen
Bolan emerge from playing his pan flute. So far it had been untouched by
the dragons. Well, I said, holding up both of the battle damaged
swords in my hands, I have weapons. I handed one to Bolan and
he accepted it. Let's go. Bolan nodded and gripped the sword as if
he had done so in the past. I sensed he may have had either
a history with the swords or just battles in general. I didn't know what
myston had seen before I arrived with any world or land. Battles and wars
were an unfortunate commonplace. We both crouched down and I followed his lead.
When the coast was clear, we made our move. He rushed out from
behind the stone house. But immediately our luck ran out. The grounded dragon
snapped its head toward us, away from the pile of cinder it was creating
out of another home. It roared and then hissed, charging us with ferocious
speed. Bolan stopped and held up his sword. His battlestance confirmed to me
that he had seen action in the past. Get to my house, Bolan
commanded in the cellar in the chest read the oracle scriptures of old. If
you are truly the four toold hero if Miston, then you know what to
do. But what if I go? No? Bolan shouted as the dragon
charged him with loud shrieks and roars. As it approached him, it spun
around and swung its tail, but Bolan ducked and dodged its fiercely sharp hook.
Bolan stood to his feet and swung his sword back, connecting with the
dragon's side. It shrieked in pain and then slashed at Bolan with one of
its claws. Bolan bounced backward, dodging the attack. I realized Bolan knew
what he was doing, so I decided to just get to his house as
quickly as I could and just hope that he made it there as well.
Once his sparring match was over, I heard the clang of his sword against
the scaly hide to the dragon. As I raced toward his house. There
was nothing in my way as long as I could get inside without there born
dragon dropped hard to the ground between myself and Bolan's house. Dirt and rocks
swirled up around it like a dust storm. As it lowered its head,
its cursed yellow eyes glared at me, its lips quivered, and then it
expelled a loud and predatory roar. I stopped where I was, but only
for the briefest moment did I feel fear. Thought about how Bolin was facing
off against one of these beasts as well. I remembered how he said I
might be the hero of Miston, and I liked that title. I wanted
to be the hero of Myston. I'd never been a hero before. I
held my sword out in front of me and pulled the shield off my back.
I held it up and smirked at the dragon. Come and get it,
lizard brain, I equipped. The dragon must have not liked my quip.
It hissed and then spewed flames directly at me. I ducked and placed
the shield in front of my body. I felt the flames pound against the
front of the shield like a pressure washer. When they subsided, I stood
up and saw the dragon switch gears. It charged me on foot. I
rolled out of the way just as the dragon slammed a claw down at me.
It hit the dirt, sending a tremor my way and shaking me off
balance. I fell to my back on the ground, leaving myself exposed.
The dragon then appeared over top of me. I looked up, seeing nothing
but the underside of its belly first, then it lowered its head again.
It snarled, its breath as hot as an oven, leaked over me.
One blast of fire and I was a goner. But as exposed as I
was, so was he. Thinking quickly Before he had the chance, I
thrust my sword upward into the underbelly of the beast. It recoiled, shrieked,
and backed off, spinning around in agonizing pain. I stood up just
as its hooked tail came swinging at me. I lifted my sword and hacked
at it, flopping off the hooked portion. It flopped to the ground and
wriggled for a moment before falling still. The dragon howled and tried to take
flight again, but its injuries had hindered its dexterity. It wobbled to the
side and collided with one of the homes that had previously sent a flame.
The dragon was engulfed in its own destruction. It went up in flames,
with the house eventually disappearing within the fiery display. I breathed a heavy sigh
of relief. The hand touched my shoulder and I jumped. It's just me,
Bolan said. His face and body were covered by scrapes and cuts,
but he was alive. Twenty yards or so behind him, the other dragon
lay slain calm, Bolan said, leading me to his home above Miston doma
stirred, restlessly, agitated, and enraged. Tune in next week for the
finale of In the Wake of the Dragon's Breath. Thank you for listening to
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