Lost in World

Chapter 5

Wind whistled around me loudly but I couldn’t feel it. The emptiness of the air compared to the harshness of the noise was unbearable. I was dead, there was no other explanation. I looked up wearily, expecting to be a floating spirit, ready to see my mangled corpse and the golden stairway to heaven. Instead I saw a pair of hairy ankles.

            “What?” I questioned in a daze, rolling to the side and looking up into the sun.

            A tall lean man stood above me, his violet robes whipping around, his eyes red and fierce. His arms were completely outstretched, a long staff in one hand. Wind shot in a perfectly controlled sphere around us, moving so quickly it had turned blue. The area outside the wind barrier was being tossed up, thrown around like a tornado has hit. The place we were remained still, as though we had found the eye of a great storm. The immense black dragon shrieked as it dug its claws into the ground, resisting the wind. Unfortunately for the beast, and very fortunate for me, the wind caught under one of its wings and forced it open. Using the opportunity as a sail the mysterious man above me moved his arms in a tight circle, as though he were moving air currents. The sphere whipped from around us into the dragons wing, sending it up into the air and tossing it around like a toy. The man continued to control the air, in complete control of the struggling beast as it sailed mindlessly through the sky. With one final graceful movement the man threw his hands to the ground and the dragon followed his lead. It smashed into the earth on the edge of the horizon, a giant wave of dust and debris flying up in a light cloud around it.

            Ah, that escalated quickly.

            “Thank you,” I breathed, turning to my rescuer, “I thought I di-“

            Rolingur looked down at me, completely unimpressed. He looked ruffled and very unhappy, pushing up the sleeves of his lavender robe. He picked up his frames from the ground and set them daintily on his nose.

            “Have you ever lived in a civilized society?” He asked, peering at me through an intimidating eyeball.

            “Yes.”

            “Then listen to the rules and go underground when there is a dragon rampage, what are you as stupid as a child! Elflings have more sense than you! At least Rudy had half the mind to dive in a bush, as much good as it would do for him. You just stood in the street, what did you hope to gain?” Even as Rolingur’s lecture went on he lost steam quickly and his face softened, “where are you from, boy?”

            “Eh, South Carolina, there about,” I answered, unsure of what he wanted to hear.

            Rolingur just stared at me, disbelieving eyes boring right through me and just when I thought he was ready to strangle me Rudy stumbled up, white as a sheet, ready to pass at out.

            “Eh,” Rudy smacked my shoulder, “thanks for trying to feed me to a dragon.”

            “Oh did you hear that?”