Beneath the Dragon's Skin

Chapter X

     It has been an hour since the battle and the sun was just starting to appear in the flushed sky.

     After the attack, Lukas suggested that staying in the area wasn't the best idea and that they had to move before something else happened.

     Instead of flying, they had to walk through the forest because [Your Name] was tired from the earlier brawl.

     Lukas; stressed from the fight and from the fact that his sword was chipped and bent, Emil; tired and sleeping on [Your Name]'s back, and [Your Name]; completely out of energy and carrying Emil all trudged along the dry dirt path leading southwest.

     They stopped when they heard the sound of metal on metal resonating through the dense forest.

     Lukas and [Your Name]'s eyes met for a moment before Lukas held up his hand as a gesture to stay here. The dragon nodded and kept quiet and stayed in place.

     Lukas stalked ahead, listening to the metallic sounds all the while. Is it a fight? He thought to himself curiously.

     As he got closer he saw a glow from a nearby fire illuminating off the surrounding trees. Stealthily hiding in some bushes, Lukas took a peek at the area.

     In front of him was what looked like a camp occupied by very small men making weapons. Dwarves? What could they be doing around here? The blonde man questioned.

     "They're using blacksmith tools, maybe they could fix your sword," someone from behind him proclaimed.

     Startled, Lukas whipped his head to look behind him only to meet [Your Name] with his little brother sleeping on their back.

     Lukas frowned and narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He quietly hissed.

     "You took too long and I got worried," the dragon replied matter-of-factually. "So, are you going to ask them if they can fix your sword?"

      "I guess it's worth a try..."

     At that, Lukas and [Your Name] walked out of the bushes and into the Dwarves view. Upon sight, the Dwarves grabbed the nearest weapon and pointed it at them.

     "Who are you and what do you want?" Someone who looked like the head dwarf asked gruffly.

     "I'm Lukas, a viking from a village east from here. And this is my friend, [Your Name]," he explained, gesturing to the said dragon.

     The dwarf relaxed a bit but didn't let his guard down. Eyes still narrowed in a threatening way, he asked, "... And what do you want?"

     "I was wondering if you would be so kind as to fix my ruined sword...," Lukas clarified.

     The dwarf finally put his weapon down and completely relaxed. "Fine. What do you have to give me in return?" He inquired, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

     The Norwegian viking went through his bag until he pulled out a small bag of gold coins and a nicely woven bundle of cloth. "Will this do?" Lukas asked.

     The dwarf nodded and went up to Lukas, silently taking the items and his sword from him.

     "The name's Olaf," the small man uttered out. "Give us a few hours and you have yourself the best sword a viking could ask for."

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     I have absolutely NO idea where the idea for this chapter came from. ._. In fact, I don't even know where the idea for this story even came from.

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