Fireball

Time to Flee

The pair bolted down the hallway, with wizards in pursuit. Amos fired spells both in front and behind, clearing a path while not allowing anyone behind to get too close. Fireball did not know where all the wizards were coming from. When they entered the mountain, they had seen few wizards. Now there were dozens attacking them.

Amos and Fireball reached an open area that looked like a foyer. Several wizards closed in behind them. Amos twirled his wand in a great circle, creating a shield. Spells rained down from all directions, but the shield held. Amos looked at Fireball, then toward the exit. Their exit was blocked by spell-casting wizards who were flanked by two large creatures, a snake and a green troll.

"Any ideas?" Amos asked Fireball. "I'm not sure how long the shield will hold."

The little dragon grinned. "I have an idea Amos, but it requires you to lower your shield and be ready to move fast. Do you still have that rope? We're going to need it."

Amos took out the rope and held it firm in his hand as the dragon instructed him what to do. Once they were ready, Amos looked for a break in the spells. He knew if Fireball's plan was going to work, the timing left no room for error.

Amos took a deep breath and turned to face away from the exit. As he spun around he removed the shield and fired a spell with devastating force, striking a dozen wizards and a large snake, and blasting them backwards.

As Amos temporarily incapacitated the large group behind them, Fireball faced the larger crowd blocking the door. With a blast of his fiery breath, he sent a roaring flame that ignited everything in its path. The wizards and creatures turned instantly to ash, and the door exploded outward.

Amos and Fireball bolted toward the exit, dodging the flames that lined their path. Furniture and tapestries were still ablaze.

As Amos and Fireball reached the exit, some of the wizards behind them had regained consciousness and were back on their feet casting spells. Amos fired back but he knew the wizards they would encounter outside would be more of a problem. Fireball was ready for the second part of his plan. Taking a deep breath, he chomped down hard on the other end of the rope Amos held in his hand Fireball flew off, pulling Amos right off his feet. Pain seared through Amos' shoulder, but he held tight to the rope.

Once outside Fireball climbed rapidly, getting out of the evil wizards' range. Spells bounced off his thick leather hide. Amos was impressed with the small dragons' strength and fire power. Far out of range of the wizards, Fireball came down taking cover behind some trees. They still had a short trek to their dragon friends but Fireball needed to catch his breath.

"Come, my friend." Said Amos. "It's my turn to carry you."

Amos scooped up the tiny, panting dragon and sat him on his shoulder. Then they set out to rejoin the others.