before he turned to his companion in a whisper, “Miyanda, you and your people have been protecting these creatures your entire life, you must know something. Do they have any weaknesses, anything I can use to my advantage?”
Miyanda bit her lip. “There is one thing. There’s no way you could outmatch the dragon for strength, but if you can escape their initial burst of speed, they’re not built for long distance running. I know it’s not much, but maybe that will help.”
A plan s tarted to form in Connor’s mind. “Yes”, he smiled. “That does help.”
His mind turned to his mother, to Laren, Katie, Morrigan , and the race he was now charged with protecting. This was just one step he needed to take in the journey to insure the safety of those he loved and those he was destined to protect. Now weaponless and about to try and capture a creature the size of a trailer with nothing more than his wits, he turned on his will, his inner strength, hoping it would be enough. His vision turned red.
Bursting through the foliage that had acted as cove r against the behemoths of the Amazon, Connor jumped into the shallow crater and crouched, every muscle tense and screaming at him to move. But he couldn’t yet. He needed to find his target. He needed to find the biggest dragon he could.
A multitude of piercing yellowish brown eyes swung in his direction, first surprised , then angered. Roars erupted from deep throats as the dragons shifted from their comfortable arrangements. The noise was ear shattering as the host of monsters yelled defiance at their would-be attacker.
Connor still stood , tensed, searching the crowd, and then he saw him. Over to his right was the largest dragon in the herd. Its dark green scaled body contrasted the brown earth beautifully and his large claws pawed the ground as he approached. The creature was roughly the size of an eighteen wheeler. The dragon was built like one, too. Long and stout, it stood, king of the herd.
Half shaking and not taking his red eyes of f the target, Connor reached to the ground and found a rock the size of a football. Launching the missile at his chosen target, it struck the dragon between the eyes. The animal looked stunned. Connor hadn’t done any serious harm, but the animal looked surprised something so small would stand up to him.
The dragon shook its large head and let out a roar, as if to say, “This one is mine.” As he approached, the noise sounded like a thousand furnaces heating up and an army shouting in one voice. The beast was at a run now, murder in his eyes. Less than thirty yards away and closing quickly, Connor reached down to the dirt floor for another rock, but his hand met something long and smooth instead. It was a bone, an arm of some forgotten warrior long dead, no doubt killed by the dragons, but it wasn’t the remains of the skeleton that caught Connor’s eye, it was the shiny metal that was hidden by the dirt next to the body. Gripping the metallic object, he pulled it free from its grave. It was an axe.
B efore Connor could examine it further, he checked on the progress of the dragon. It was bearing down on him, just a few feet away. The ground shook with its weight. One thought and one thought only crossed Connor’s mind… run.
Reaching for that drive inside , he let it consume him and he ran. During every track or sporting event Connor had ever participated in, every coach had told him never to worry about his opponents or look behind him. All he was supposed to do was look ahead and concentrate on how fast he could go and the finish line. Today, aided by the Elite gene, he did just that. Axe still in hand, he raced across the dragon’s dark brown crater of a den, bounded up the side of the shallow hole in one jump, and reached the jungle within seconds.
Green bushes and vines slapped at him with violent speed as he willed his legs to run faster. The scenery around him was a blur of bright greens and dark browns. He passed
Miyanda bit her lip. “There is one thing. There’s no way you could outmatch the dragon for strength, but if you can escape their initial burst of speed, they’re not built for long distance running. I know it’s not much, but maybe that will help.”
A plan s tarted to form in Connor’s mind. “Yes”, he smiled. “That does help.”
His mind turned to his mother, to Laren, Katie, Morrigan , and the race he was now charged with protecting. This was just one step he needed to take in the journey to insure the safety of those he loved and those he was destined to protect. Now weaponless and about to try and capture a creature the size of a trailer with nothing more than his wits, he turned on his will, his inner strength, hoping it would be enough. His vision turned red.
Bursting through the foliage that had acted as cove r against the behemoths of the Amazon, Connor jumped into the shallow crater and crouched, every muscle tense and screaming at him to move. But he couldn’t yet. He needed to find his target. He needed to find the biggest dragon he could.
A multitude of piercing yellowish brown eyes swung in his direction, first surprised , then angered. Roars erupted from deep throats as the dragons shifted from their comfortable arrangements. The noise was ear shattering as the host of monsters yelled defiance at their would-be attacker.
Connor still stood , tensed, searching the crowd, and then he saw him. Over to his right was the largest dragon in the herd. Its dark green scaled body contrasted the brown earth beautifully and his large claws pawed the ground as he approached. The creature was roughly the size of an eighteen wheeler. The dragon was built like one, too. Long and stout, it stood, king of the herd.
Half shaking and not taking his red eyes of f the target, Connor reached to the ground and found a rock the size of a football. Launching the missile at his chosen target, it struck the dragon between the eyes. The animal looked stunned. Connor hadn’t done any serious harm, but the animal looked surprised something so small would stand up to him.
The dragon shook its large head and let out a roar, as if to say, “This one is mine.” As he approached, the noise sounded like a thousand furnaces heating up and an army shouting in one voice. The beast was at a run now, murder in his eyes. Less than thirty yards away and closing quickly, Connor reached down to the dirt floor for another rock, but his hand met something long and smooth instead. It was a bone, an arm of some forgotten warrior long dead, no doubt killed by the dragons, but it wasn’t the remains of the skeleton that caught Connor’s eye, it was the shiny metal that was hidden by the dirt next to the body. Gripping the metallic object, he pulled it free from its grave. It was an axe.
B efore Connor could examine it further, he checked on the progress of the dragon. It was bearing down on him, just a few feet away. The ground shook with its weight. One thought and one thought only crossed Connor’s mind… run.
Reaching for that drive inside , he let it consume him and he ran. During every track or sporting event Connor had ever participated in, every coach had told him never to worry about his opponents or look behind him. All he was supposed to do was look ahead and concentrate on how fast he could go and the finish line. Today, aided by the Elite gene, he did just that. Axe still in hand, he raced across the dragon’s dark brown crater of a den, bounded up the side of the shallow hole in one jump, and reached the jungle within seconds.
Green bushes and vines slapped at him with violent speed as he willed his legs to run faster. The scenery around him was a blur of bright greens and dark browns. He passed
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