The gods watched me from Valhalla, cackling, pointing and leering as they put me through death over and over again. I was their entertainment. I was practically a plaything!
And... somehow, I was still alive?
Why am I not dead?
I waited quietly, my eyes still tightly pressed together. Some warm air that smelt of mackerel and a berry I recognised but couldn't place my finger on brushed my face. This was getting weirder and weirder. Nothing made sense anymore!
Dragons always go for the kill, don't they?
After a few hesitant moments of silence during which I wasn't ruthlessly ripped to shreds, scalded, or burnt to a crisp, I opened my eyes. I winced as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. The rays of sunlight that cut through the overcast trees attacked my eyes. Looking forward, I finally focused on the beast that had me dangling a metre off the ground.
This dragon was like no other I'd ever had the terrifying pleasure of laying my eyes upon. Its scales transitioned from gloriously deep oranges to golds and marigold yellows. It was beautiful. Three curved spikes came out from its back, the tips incredibly sharp and pointed. A few curved cobalt-blue frills sprung from the sides of its face, lower back, and tail. As interesting as these frills and spikes were, the dragon's wings truly caught my attention.
The wings reminded me of a butterfly. A beautiful display of rounded and pointed shapes decorated the base of the wings. Those same golden and blue hues were present here. They were wide enough to conceal me if the dragon wished to.
This dragon was so strange. I racked my brain, mentally diving into the swimming pool that was the Book of Dragons to figure out what species it was. I flicked past the pages, searching for a dragon like the one before me, but none matched its descriptions.
A loud growl snapped me out of my thoughtful daze. I stared at the dragon, letting its eyes bore into mine while I tried to keep as silent and still as possible. Staying quiet was easy, but still? It was challenging when I was constantly swaying and spinning at the speed of a snail.
The dragon opened its jaws wide and moved towards me. I expected it to dissolve my body in flames, but for some reason, it didn't. Air rushed past my face as something whooshed by.
My hair suddenly felt much heavier. I looked down at it. The tips of my two thick braids were coated in a translucent rocky substance. Amber. The dragon had produced amber instead of fire and had spat it at me. The amber in my hair was as orange as the dragon's scales, glinting as it caught the sun's golden rays.
Allowing my eyes to trail further down, I noticed that not only had my hair been coated in amber, but some of the wildlife had, too. A few rocks and flowers were now encased in the organic gem. They stared back at me ominously, and with an uncomfortable frown, I looked away.
It looked like they were upset at me for putting them through this mess, too.
The dragon, seemingly having had enough of keeping me airborne, pulled me towards its jaws. It opened those jaws wide, and I awaited my inevitable demise.
GRAAR!!
A piercing roar echoed through the forest air, rattling me to the core. It sounded suspiciously like the Night Fury when the bola wrapped around its feet. The sound caused the dragon to perk up.
Screech!
The dragon released another sonorous aria of growls and spread its wings apart. It rose swiftly into the air, but just as it was about to fly away, it seemed to remember I was still stuck within its tight grasp. The dragon raised its tail and whipped it back, harshly flinging me to the ground.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 - httyd
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