Traitor

The Wrath of the Dragon God

Darius' sharp elf ears picked up the echoing boom of the bazooka being fired and his lips curled into a hint of a smile. He watched the meadow below, waiting. Sure enough, the image rippled before crumbling entirely, revealing the dragon rider base, the ugly grey buildings connected to the rest of the world by a hidden umbilical cord- a channel of roads hidden by withering magic. The dragons were all out there. The ice dragon. The forest dragon. The various mid-sized escorts all loaded with young children. 

Pathetic. 

Darius felt flattered, in a way. They took so much care to hide this place from him. Made him feel a little extra special. He walked to the edge of the cliff he was standing on, a hundred feet above the earth below. He paused for just a moment to look at the dragons as they took off like a flock of quail- jumping straight into the air and flying as fast as they could to the mountains. Did they really think they could hide from him? 

The idiots were heading straight towards him- to the cover of the mountains. Just as planned. 

He extended his foot over empty space, looking down at the world far below as if contemplating jumping. The ledge below him shivered under his weight, the thinning earth at the tip threatening to send him tumbling to the ground below. He dimly wondered how long it would take for his body to crash onto the rocks below. 

A low grunt shook the mountain and sent his hiding place crumbling in on itself. Darius simply hopped off it before landing on a thick spike that was large enough to build a mansion on. "Show time, big boy." He smirked as his eyes burst into flame. 

The dragon rumbled lowly before shaking his massive head. The mountains were as hills to this beast, cracking and crumbling and shaking under his massive weight. His paws met the ground, creating an earth quake followed by the aftershock of avalanches and tumbling stones. Trees were crushed like grass under his mighty paws. The long, spaded tail hundreds of feet behind swayed like a bludgeon, sending deep cracks into the mountain sides and nearly decapitating smaller peaks. 

The smaller dragons looked on to see this radiant god among dragons. His glorious antlers, serrated like a knife and curved like a scythe, seemed to capture the sun in its ivory cage. His head crowned with a rhinoceros-like horn and jutting chin spike was level with the mountain tops. His beady gold eyes peered out from under spiky eye crests, resting close to his nostrils and mouth giving him an even more brutish appearance. One eye was filmy white, and a wicked scar raced down the side of his muzzle, exposing the horrible mess of fangs and pulsing muscles. They loosened as his jaw unhinged, revealing his flaring throat and bared teeth. Darius put on some heavy duty sound canceling headphones, knowing what was coming. 

The sound was perhaps the worst part of the attack. It alone was enough to incapacitate an army. The blast was like that of a sonic boom and an exploding volcano. It was the kind of noise that thrummed through your entire body and made you feel as though your cells were vibrating so much that you might just explode. 

Dragons were the hardest hit. Many of the carriers luckily hadn't made it far off the ground and just tumbled back down harmlessly. The strongest dragons managed to land. A few fell like falling stars. Some students were probably crushed. A small price to pay. 

The dragons and humans laid there in the open, too stunned to move, eyes wide, their limbs refusing to work. A terrible hum followed soon after as blood leaked from the ears of those closest to the attack. Students reached up to their ears in terror, looking at each other as shock was replaced by panic. The piercing ringing was the only sound as the enormous beast stepped out from the mountain range, his eyes aflame. 

Darius removed his headphones with a sigh. "Let's get what we came here for. I want the Leaders gone. Spare as many children as you can. We're going to need them."