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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Chapter 2
Dayton watched as his father slide from the back of the black dragon. To assist him, the black knelt on one knee and turned his head so his rider could grasp one of the protruding horns as leverage as he stepped down. The black touched his head to Dayton's father, gently pushing against his chest. They seemed to commune for a moment and in fact that is just what they were doing. Man and beast shared a special telepathic link which only was seen between a dragon and one human. Some dragons lived through three human lifetimes before they found the one with whom they were destined to link. This did not mean that one couldn't communicate with a dragon. They were exceptionally bright creatures and responded to spoken commands or hand signals. They didn't really communicate through a language, rather when bonded with a human, the two felt a strong connection and shared more of an empathic link. Dayton's father told him once that he had to guard his thoughts and emotions sometimes because of the link. Many years ealier, shortly after linking with the black, he had become angry with a villager who was abusing his children, making even a five year old toil in the dirt, pulling weeds. This was bad enough, but Dayton's father witnessed the farmer take a whip to one of the children, roughly nine years of age, for dropping a bucket of corn he had just harvested and was carrying back to the farmhouse. It was over in an instant. Dayton's father felt the anger, thought how it would serve the farmer right if he was to feel the weight of the whip, and before the thought had time to fully formulate in his mind, the black had whipped his tail and thrown the farmer nearly 20 feet against the side of a shed. The farmer suffered a broken arm and had the skin from his back nearly ripped from his body as the black's sharp barbs penetrated his clothing, hooked into skin and then ripped free as the farmer flew out of reach.
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I like the way the story is headed. I guess I could never have a dragon like the black. My inability to suffer fools gladly and the vexations of modern life would end up with my dragon wreaking havoc in my wake. 12 items in the 10 items or fewer lane? ARRGGH!! OOPS! Maybe I could learn to control my thoughts of mayhem? Probably not.
ReplyDeleteHer talons barely touched the ground when she saw him run to the courtyard, grinning broadly but showing no teeth. She swept her long, slender wings to the rear and with a gentle push she was off the ground and rising into the blue sky, circling over the courtyard below. Her hazel eyes swept the horizon and returned to the figure on the ground.
ReplyDeleteShe was a magnificent creature, not large or small but somewhere between. Her color was a piercing saphire that was easily distinguished from the sky that surrounded her, although as she gained great height she became harder to spot against the sun. She used the sun to shield her approach as her color was no camouflage at all.
She was on her second human, a strange species to be sure, but that was her destiny. She had lived a long time and longed for a relationship like the Black had with his human. She was almost too high to see from the ground before her rider could question her uncharacteristic whimsical behavior. "We were on the ground, what on earth are you doing?" he asked, truly astonished that she had taken flight again without a hint of notice. Again she scanned the horizon with those sharp eyes. She was going to be sure that no harm would come to them, to him, not before she had the chance to again gain the sky to sound the alarm and act. No, there was no danger there, not within sight, not for awhile. She looked back to the ground and with the graceful movement of a dancer, she stood on one wing and with a pirouette, spiraled to the ground, touching gently down again, not raising a hint of a breeze with her powerful wings.
There he was, now standing with his hands on his hips looking at her, all eyes looking at her as if to ask, "What in the world was that all about?" No one would know. She wouldn't let them know. Not now.
Excellent. A shame the comments don't easily post on the main page. I will cut and paste it into an original blog post - with proper credit of course. And Chapter 3 will come this weekend.
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