hurried and fearful voice “Dragon Black has decided that the invaders are probably using chemical warfare and that their leaders must be taken alive in order that we can obtain an antidote from them.” There was a mumbling from several on-looking dragons, each carrying the black spots and all having trouble to spit flame and fire.
Brown listened intently to Dragon Gold, his eyes narrowing, his furrowed brow deepening further as he had two major challenges facing him. The first was to identify who, out of the recently reported hundreds of invaders, their leaders may be and secondly what type of antidote would they have and how was he to obtain it.
Gold continued, “Also, Dragon Black wants you to put Dragon Green in charge of capturing their commander in chief,” Gold paused, “that’s if they have one.”
Dragon Green preened himself. He was to be put in charge. And before any dragon, especially Dragon Brown, could raise an objection, Green pushed Dragon Yellow through the chamber exit. On exiting into the street Green issued an order to Dragon Yellow to follow him. They headed at great speed to where Dragon Green earlier had seen flashes of tiny white and the occasional reddish sparkling lights. After what seemed ages, both dragons came within ‘Dragon Seconds’ of where four children and a pink dragon were still all curled up and fast asleep.
Yellow grabbed Green’s arm and both dragons came to an abrupt stop. “Look you were attacked,” Yellow puffed, “and only just managed to get away, what good will it do for both of us to get captured or worse?”
Green was hanging on to every word spoken by Yellow, for he was also concerned but for different reasons. He had lied about being attacked and as with all lies it required more lies to continue such fabrication. What was he going to do? Another plan formed in Green’s brain: he would leave Yellow and go on ahead to reconnoitre, he would then come back and provide information for Yellow to take back. If anything went wrong he would say that Yellow had misinformed or made it up to get out of actually fighting the invaders. Yellow, he knew, was a coward at heart and would be only too pleased to wait in safety and let him take the decisions and all the risk.
“OK, Yellow, you stay here, I’ll obtain the intelligence for you to return it to The Council of Dragons and you can take all the credit, as I am already considered a hero,” Green slyly pontificated. Without any further chat, Green trotted off towards the area where he had earlier that night had seen the sparkling lights, leaving Dragon Yellow mopping his sweating brow and breathing a huge sigh of relief.
Whilst all this was going on Dragon Pink had stirred from her sleep. She could see the first few rays of the early morning sun painting the black sky with shades of orange. Not wishing to awaken the four children, she slid quietly away from their rocky enclosure. So silent was she that Dragon Green never heard or saw her but, as he crept silently over the brow of the ridge separating the children’s camp site from the two dragons, he spied four unusual beings curled up and asleep around a pile of now, not so hot, rocks.
What were they? Were these part of the invading army that he had reported and where were the rest of them? Green shuddered. Was this all, had he made a huge mistake? He crept nearer for a closer look and as he did so caught his foot in a crevice that hurled him head over heels sprawling on the hard ground and with a massive thump came to rest behind some very tall thick bushes. Four startled children jumped up. One screamed, one shouted, one yelled and the other, George, waving his arms furiously, picking up a stick, hurtled some 20 meters towards where Green was nursing some bruises.
Green saw George and the other creatures racing towards him and assumed this was the beginning of a fearsome attack. He immediately jumped up, did a one hundred and eighty degree full turn in
Brown listened intently to Dragon Gold, his eyes narrowing, his furrowed brow deepening further as he had two major challenges facing him. The first was to identify who, out of the recently reported hundreds of invaders, their leaders may be and secondly what type of antidote would they have and how was he to obtain it.
Gold continued, “Also, Dragon Black wants you to put Dragon Green in charge of capturing their commander in chief,” Gold paused, “that’s if they have one.”
Dragon Green preened himself. He was to be put in charge. And before any dragon, especially Dragon Brown, could raise an objection, Green pushed Dragon Yellow through the chamber exit. On exiting into the street Green issued an order to Dragon Yellow to follow him. They headed at great speed to where Dragon Green earlier had seen flashes of tiny white and the occasional reddish sparkling lights. After what seemed ages, both dragons came within ‘Dragon Seconds’ of where four children and a pink dragon were still all curled up and fast asleep.
Yellow grabbed Green’s arm and both dragons came to an abrupt stop. “Look you were attacked,” Yellow puffed, “and only just managed to get away, what good will it do for both of us to get captured or worse?”
Green was hanging on to every word spoken by Yellow, for he was also concerned but for different reasons. He had lied about being attacked and as with all lies it required more lies to continue such fabrication. What was he going to do? Another plan formed in Green’s brain: he would leave Yellow and go on ahead to reconnoitre, he would then come back and provide information for Yellow to take back. If anything went wrong he would say that Yellow had misinformed or made it up to get out of actually fighting the invaders. Yellow, he knew, was a coward at heart and would be only too pleased to wait in safety and let him take the decisions and all the risk.
“OK, Yellow, you stay here, I’ll obtain the intelligence for you to return it to The Council of Dragons and you can take all the credit, as I am already considered a hero,” Green slyly pontificated. Without any further chat, Green trotted off towards the area where he had earlier that night had seen the sparkling lights, leaving Dragon Yellow mopping his sweating brow and breathing a huge sigh of relief.
Whilst all this was going on Dragon Pink had stirred from her sleep. She could see the first few rays of the early morning sun painting the black sky with shades of orange. Not wishing to awaken the four children, she slid quietly away from their rocky enclosure. So silent was she that Dragon Green never heard or saw her but, as he crept silently over the brow of the ridge separating the children’s camp site from the two dragons, he spied four unusual beings curled up and asleep around a pile of now, not so hot, rocks.
What were they? Were these part of the invading army that he had reported and where were the rest of them? Green shuddered. Was this all, had he made a huge mistake? He crept nearer for a closer look and as he did so caught his foot in a crevice that hurled him head over heels sprawling on the hard ground and with a massive thump came to rest behind some very tall thick bushes. Four startled children jumped up. One screamed, one shouted, one yelled and the other, George, waving his arms furiously, picking up a stick, hurtled some 20 meters towards where Green was nursing some bruises.
Green saw George and the other creatures racing towards him and assumed this was the beginning of a fearsome attack. He immediately jumped up, did a one hundred and eighty degree full turn in
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