The Shady Adventures of Fabian

Chapter 69

A blinding white light filled up the entire clearing and was followed several seconds later by a deafening explosion. Fabian was blown off his feet by a massive shockwave and found himself tumbling head over heels through the air. He smacked into the branches of a nearby tree and fell to the ground. Whatever had unleashed the explosion seemed to have released him from the ropes as he found himself free once again. His head felt like someone had smacked him with a frying pan, but he appeared to be all in one piece. There were residual spots in front of his eyes from the flash of light, but slowly his vision was starting to return. Brandon was still floating in the air on his magic carpet. He seemed to have a sheepish look on his face. Delroy and the princess had both been knocked off their feet as well but appeared to be mostly unharmed. Where Jaana had been standing was nothing but a smoldering crater. There was no sign whatsoever of Fabian's former traveling companion.

"Good job, Scrote. You annihilated the hell out of that evil chick. And believe me, she had it coming."

"What have I done?" Brandon stammered.

"You saved the day, buddy. Not to the same extent that I did obviously, but you did help a little bit. Now let's grab the princess and get out of here before that wizard recovers."

"Say, what's that rumbling noise?" Princess Wartha asked as she stood unsteadily to her feet.

Several trees nearby that had somehow survived the blast suddenly broke into splinters as a gigantic dragon with four heads remaining burst into the clearing. The thief Surgeeyoh clung to one of its necks and Briawny, Sir Mikael, and Rupert came charging after it.

"You idiot, Scrote. You drew the attention of the dragon! Way to screw everything up, moron!"

"I see you have rescued the princess!" Briawny said. "Good work. Now help us to slay this foul monster and we can complete our quest and attain the glory that we have rightfully earned!"

"Hey Scrote, do that thing you just did but this time point the wand at the dragon!"

"No way, sir. I'm never doing that again."

"Fine, then toss me the wand and I'll do it."

"This wand has caused enough harm already," Brandon said as he snapped it in half.

"Way to destroy our best weapon against the ridiculously deadly dragon, moron! Did I tell you that you're a moron? Because you totally are, you moron."

"He has weakened the wizard considerably," Briawny said. "Now he should prove no further threat to us. Good work, young Brandon."

"Yeah, but he can still make those energy ball things with his hands," Fabian said. "Although to be fair he didn't seem to do much with them. They're probably just some stupid little balls of light that look pretty. Still, somebody ought to keep an eye on that guy while the rest of you battle that really dangerous looking dragon. I will selflessly volunteer myself for that job even though I could totally whoop that dragon's ass. Never let it be said that Fabian is afraid to take on the unglamorous but totally necessary tasks."

"Speaking of Fabian, when the heck is that guy going to show up and save the day?" the princess asked.

"Honey, as far as I'm concerned, Fabian already has saved the day. Now let's stay out of the way and let those idiots risk their necks battling that oversized lizard."

Fabian watched as Sir Mikael charged astride Rothchild straight towards the dragon's belly. It leaped aside and one of its remaining heads opened its mouth and blew out a massive blue and white flame right towards Fabian. He managed to duck out of the way just in the nick of time as an icy blast of bitterly cold energy flew over his head.