A Dragon's Heart

Wrath of a dragon

Exiting from her nest Myra spread her wings, she took the direction to the east, toward Iron Hills. She would have to fly over Erebor to get there but Myra decided to take a detour through Ered Mithrin rather than flying straight across Erebor. Thorin would have the shock of his life when he would realize that the death of his cousin and his kin was on his hands. Grinning wickedly Myra followed the border of the Lost Realm of Arnor.

Getting closer the ground Myra slightly turned north gliding at the same level as the treetops she inhaled deeply. The scent of lush land was intoxicating caressing her nostrils, strange flowers, herbs, and plants she didn't recognize. The birds in the trees flew away escaping her, they were too small for her to eat so she settled to watch them. Eventually, the fast forest turned into a grassy plain and in the distance, Myra could see the mountains of Ered Mithrin arise above the clouds.

Her flight took almost half a day but finally, Myra arrived in the lands of the Iron Hills and she saw on the ground a small clearing that was apparently a market site for dwarves and the people who traveled through it.

Myra heeded her gaze on the stalls that were perfectly lined on the main street that was crossing the market place starting from the main gate of Iron Hills. The dwarves and men were busy doing their own things, selling and buying items, children focusing on their plays not paying attention to the cobalt blue dragon who was getting closer every passing minute.

Everything seemed so peaceful, unsuspecting and unprepared.

Descending closer her shadow glided onto the edge of the market site she noticed one of the dwarves glancing up. He pointed at her, started to sway at his arms and yell. At the very moment, everyone looked up, some of the dwarrowdams dropped the fruit baskets that they had been carrying. Others took off running toward the main gates screaming trying to alarm the guards to sound the alarm for the enemy. Some of the dwarves were brave enough to approach her spears in their hands, shouting something she didn't quite understand as their voices sounded so small.

Myra landed on the edge of the market partially because she was curious but partially because she couldn't fit right in the middle. Letting out a thunderous roar her eyes gleamed with malice, her human side starting to fade. She was turning into a full dragon. That was the downside of it, the longer she stayed her dragon form more she lost her humanity. In time she would lose her heart completely and when that would happen, Middle-Earth was doomed to fight against another evil presence in order to keep the peace.

The weight of her caused the ground to shook making a few of the dwarves and men to fall down. Exceptionally brave dwarven warrior approached her staring at Myra's huge head pointing a spear at her. Growling lowly she was actually laughing at the dwarf. In her mind, he was either very brave or very stupid to do that.

Flashing her teeth Myra breathed from her throat jet of blue flame toward the dwarf. The flames shape of a cone drowned the warrior setting on fire the nearest stalls. The agonizing screams of the dwarf soon stopped and Myra couldn't even smell the burning flesh, her dragonfire was that hot. Lifting her gaze toward the gates where a sound of a horn was heard she growled leaping into the air the gust of wind making the flames spread on the ground.

Inside the mountain, dwarves were running around like headless chickens while Dain was walking briskly toward the main gate.

"What is going on?" he asked his voice booming across the hall.

"A dragon!! It's attacking us, killing everyone on sight!" one of the guards answered running toward the weaponry.

"Dragon?...Smaug?" Dain was little confused why would a dragon attack on them.