Craving

Triptych - Everything Changes

She stood there, so helpless and frihtened amidst the blazing flames. For a long moment I simply admired the bueauty of her svelt figure, barely hidden by the blood coloured muslin robe, that she was wearing. Girl's long, night black hair flowed gently on the light breeze, that shyly started to enter the ballroom by the burned out and broken windows.

I stepped towards her and stopped for a while, charmed with the spectacle of her tiny bare feet, so cold in the rivulets of wine flowing abundantly from the crashed gigantic barrels. The beautiful creature gazed at me, at the same time timid and hopeful. How could I resist such a mute call?

 I approached the girl slowly, as I have grown used to being awed by most of the ladies I met. Alas, she was not frightened of me at all and when I bowed my head towards her, she gently touched my big nostrils and smiled. A thirll of unknown pleasure went though me when I felt the pure perfume of her body.

At first I didn't know, what it was that shook me so much. But just then I realised it was her being a virgin, that made her smell so... Well, how can I describe that feeling, that made me shiver and dream? She was like a narcotic to me, that would have made me sing if I had ever been able to utter more than a howl.

The girl stood there, looking at me with her big, sea grean eyes, so at peace, not minding the spreading fire and shreaks of agony, that were melting into a horrible symphony of pain and death. Drunken wizards were going to hell, as I then thought.

 Finally I came back to my senses, enough to realise that the beautifule creature I was staring at so mindlesly was at great danger. Some sparks have already cought her long hair and gown, making her shine like a misterious fairy.

I lied down in front of the girl to let her know I wanted her to climb on my back. She understood me in a blink of an eye, and for the firs time I felt the wormth of her body agains my brownscaled skin. With the strength I gaid during long years of service, I spread my wings and bit with them to go through the ceiling I had broken on entering the ballroom.

I dreamt as we were flying over the green fields. I fancied our life together, so different from what I had known untill then. I would no longer carry heavy luggage or fat wizards. No more being a servent, no more of this emplyment so inappropriate for my race. I got free with the death of my master. The death that I finally managed to cause.

I could not get back to the house of my deceased lord, so I needed to find another dwelling for me and my new found love. I decided to go into the mountains where I knew a cave I had spotted during one of my flights with the imported goods. I would also have to start to hunt, as nobody would bring me fat cows anymore. Alas, that was not a high price for freedom.

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How many years have passed since I made my final decision? I don't remember, although my race is supposed to have a very good memory. So much have changed since that feral moment, that I don't even know if I am myself anymore. I sure am not that silent, obedient creature the wizzard brought up from a hatchling.

The wizzard lives no more. In my dreams I often see the day I ended his miserable life. Poor drunkard, like all his collegues. His enchantment bound me to his will though. I have never been familiar with the arcane knowledge, but I understood well that I could only get free when he died. He was rather old and for a long time I simply waited in hope of his demise. But strange are ways of magic and my master clung to life with all his power.

The old man did not bother to show me the ways of my race. After all I was not intended to become a powerful war machine, only a simple carrying animal. There was no use of teaching me combat skills, fire breathing or even hunting. All I had to know was how to obey. I knew that but too well.