the legend of the OmniSpider book two

Chapter two

Flashback

We turn the clock back twenty years again. Seth was now exploring this new world; he ran towards one of the many towers as he got to the top he was amazed. Mountains as far as the eye can see. However he got spotted by a massive dragon he would come as a Sky Wing. He wore shiny iron armor with a cage.

     The dragon was taking a very upset Seth to the palace. Once they were inside he was set down in front of the Sky Wing queen. Fortunately the Infinitrix has a universal translator function. "What is a scavenger doing in my domain?" The queen said. "I saw it on one of our out posts. I think he came as a thief." The soldier said. "Since my hatching day is tomorrow and we can have an opening laugh." The Queen said. 

     He was now on a tower overlooking the arena right. Hus tower was right next to a big burly brown dragon. Seth tried to speak to him fortunately he spoke dragonese or draconic whichever you call it. "Hey you brown dragon." Seth said. The dragon turned his head to look where the voice came from. "Who's there?" Asked the dragon. "Down here." Seth said. The dragon was shocked. "A talking scavenger. How is this possible?" The dragon said. "Well I learned at a young age. I'm Seth by the way." Seth said. "Clay, the name's Clay and I am a Mud Wing." He said. "Well Clay nice to meet you. Can you tell me where I am?" Seth said. "How do you not know? You are a prisoner for Queen Scarlet of the Sky Wings." Clay said. Then an orange Sky Wing appeared with a big bucket. This one gave off an orange glow. "Hey clay this should help with the tight mussels." She said, as she dumped warm mud on top of Clay. "What was that for. Oh wait this feels great." Clay said. "Thanks Peril." "Yeah no problem." Peril said, as she landed a fair distance from Clay. Seth used the mind and time stones to study the two dragons. He scanned them using the Infinitrixes scan function. He now had two new dragon transformations.

     The next morning he was down at the gate into the arena about to face a white dragon. "As our first fight of the day we have freezer of the ice wing versus a thief one of the guards found. This will be a good laugh for the thief is a scavenger about to meet his doom. Seth walked into the arena. the announcer blew a horn and the ice wing charged at Seth. He decided a while ago who to use. To the viewers astonishment where Seth stood now was a dragon that was called a Death Song. Seth have an ear splitting roar. He shot an orange substance that stuck to the Ice Wing's body which immobilized him. Seth walked up to the dragon, scanned the ice wing then ate the Ice dragon. Then he sang a dwarven song.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

The dragon-fire, in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To claim our long-forgotten gold

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, and men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches blazed with light.

Bells were ringing in the dale

And men looked up with faces pale;

The dragon's fire more fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountains smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.

They fled their hall to dying fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon

Far over the misty mountains grim

To dungeons deep and caverns dim

We must away, ere break of day,

To win our harps and gold from him!