The Tales of the Majestia: The Loyality of the Scarletts.

CHAPTER 9 - THE DRAGON

The city of Telifide was buzzing, there was no time to stand about and chat these days, a simple greeting was usually what most would feel confident in doing as the city was under the control of the darkforces and trolls like the ones we met earlier marcged or perhaps wandering was a better word the city' streets. Men and women were afraid to set up their stalls because they'd be raided at best and they could get beaten or hung depending on who took a dislike to the stall.

In a sheltered tiny garden down a dark, drifty alleyway there was a dragon in a slumber. He had hidden in there after being pursued by some trolls on boarback the previous evening and to avoid them his only opinion was to fly over the city itself which was risky. Trolls spotted him almost immediately and they shot countless arrows into the sky, not caring where they'd land, but the arrows didn't hit the dragon he chipped his left wing off the wall of a building and was forced to land in the first landing place he could find before gravity chose it for him and he slept the entire night in avoid the pain and exhaustion.

He woke up and his wing was still in horrendous pain and he craved the taste of food anything but all that grew in the garden was weeds so he had no choice but to enter the streets, which was fine...... for half a second and women began to scream, children cry and the trolls jumped straight into action and threw arrows into their bows. The dragon responded quickly by turning two almost intensely into ashes.

But to the dragons unsuspecting horror and machine rolled throught the city to respond to the disturbance, it was like a small tank, gold in colour and on carriage wheels. The dragon saw it and barely noticed it in his hunger... but the machine made short work of him and hit him a dart and he fell onto the cold pavement without protest.