freight train of muscle and anger bearing down on him, Connor was out of ideas and out of time. The dragon hit Connor at blinding speed, sending them both into the rock surface. The dragon’s bulk, along with the already weakened rock face from Connor’s axe blows, couldn’t take the added ton of weight and crumbled under the pressure, burying both hunter and hunted.
Chapter Ten
M iyanda had followed Connor and the dragon at a safe pace and arrived at the scene just in time to see the creature tackle Connor and the two buried by the buckling cliff and the avalanche of rocks that now covered their bodies.
Dirt and dust filled the air around Miyanda, making her hold a hand to her mouth and nose as she waded into the fog-like air. The scene in front of her was almost beyond belief. More than half of the rock cliff had come down on both hunter and prey, although now who was hunter and who was prey was a blurry realm of grey. Connor was nowhere to be seen and only half of the dragon’s body was visible under the aftermath of the rockslide. From mid-section to tail, the dragon was pinned under the avalanche. His large reptilian body twitched and eyes lolled stunned.
Keeping her distance from the dragon, Miyanda began moving large slabs of rock in vain . “Connor! Connor, can you hear me?”
Nothing. Then a rock the size of a Volkswa gen Beetle budged ever so slightly. Miyanda ran to the rock, and tapped into her own Elite strength, eyes shifting from a subtle violet to shocking orange. She braced her knees and put her shoulder into the rock. It slid free, revealing the left arm and grinning head of Connor Moore.
“Did it work? It worked, didn’t it?” Most of his body was still buried under rock, and blood was running from a deep gash in the left side of his head.
“Connor , forget the dragon. Are you all right?”
“Uhhhh… I think so. Did we get him?”
“Yes, you crazy American, we did. Now come on, let’s get you out of there before the rest of this cliff comes down on you.”
Miyanda and Connor worked like coal miners, tossing boulders and rocks to the side until Connor was able to stand and escape his stone tomb.
He was filthy , covered with rock dust from head to toe. He was hiding more pain than he let on, though the blood on his head and extremities told another story.
“I’m fine,” Connor insisted with a grimace.
“You must be the Judge, Connor Moore, to survive that. Even for Elites this is a rare feat.”
Connor shrugged h is shoulders with another wince. “Come on, let’s see how our friend is doing.”
The two approached the trapped beast. Eyes open now , the dragon glared at them and clawed the air, trying to free himself from his pinned position. A few minutes passed with roars and teeth snaps before the dragon realized he wasn’t going to be able to get out. He whimpered and whined in agony and frustration.
Connor saw fear and pain in the dragon’s eyes for the first time and knew this was his opportunity to act.
“Listen ,” Connor said to the dragon, lowering his axe and approaching the beast slowly. “I’m not sure if you can understand me, but I’m not here to hurt you. I can help free you, but you have to let me help you. I’m not going to be able to free you if you’re going to fight me.”
To some extent the dragon must have understood because it just looked at him as he approached.
“Can it understand me?” Connor asked over his shoulder to a wide-eyed Miyanda. Miyanda stood a safe distance away observing.
“It doesn’t speak English , if that’s what you mean. It may be able to sense your tone and body language. My people have protected the creatures but we do not interact with them much.”
Remembering what was written in the book Morrigan had lent him about these dragons being the smartest of their kind , Connor decided to continue to speak to the creature whether it could understand him or not. “Listen, big guy, I can get you out of
Chapter Ten
M iyanda had followed Connor and the dragon at a safe pace and arrived at the scene just in time to see the creature tackle Connor and the two buried by the buckling cliff and the avalanche of rocks that now covered their bodies.
Dirt and dust filled the air around Miyanda, making her hold a hand to her mouth and nose as she waded into the fog-like air. The scene in front of her was almost beyond belief. More than half of the rock cliff had come down on both hunter and prey, although now who was hunter and who was prey was a blurry realm of grey. Connor was nowhere to be seen and only half of the dragon’s body was visible under the aftermath of the rockslide. From mid-section to tail, the dragon was pinned under the avalanche. His large reptilian body twitched and eyes lolled stunned.
Keeping her distance from the dragon, Miyanda began moving large slabs of rock in vain . “Connor! Connor, can you hear me?”
Nothing. Then a rock the size of a Volkswa gen Beetle budged ever so slightly. Miyanda ran to the rock, and tapped into her own Elite strength, eyes shifting from a subtle violet to shocking orange. She braced her knees and put her shoulder into the rock. It slid free, revealing the left arm and grinning head of Connor Moore.
“Did it work? It worked, didn’t it?” Most of his body was still buried under rock, and blood was running from a deep gash in the left side of his head.
“Connor , forget the dragon. Are you all right?”
“Uhhhh… I think so. Did we get him?”
“Yes, you crazy American, we did. Now come on, let’s get you out of there before the rest of this cliff comes down on you.”
Miyanda and Connor worked like coal miners, tossing boulders and rocks to the side until Connor was able to stand and escape his stone tomb.
He was filthy , covered with rock dust from head to toe. He was hiding more pain than he let on, though the blood on his head and extremities told another story.
“I’m fine,” Connor insisted with a grimace.
“You must be the Judge, Connor Moore, to survive that. Even for Elites this is a rare feat.”
Connor shrugged h is shoulders with another wince. “Come on, let’s see how our friend is doing.”
The two approached the trapped beast. Eyes open now , the dragon glared at them and clawed the air, trying to free himself from his pinned position. A few minutes passed with roars and teeth snaps before the dragon realized he wasn’t going to be able to get out. He whimpered and whined in agony and frustration.
Connor saw fear and pain in the dragon’s eyes for the first time and knew this was his opportunity to act.
“Listen ,” Connor said to the dragon, lowering his axe and approaching the beast slowly. “I’m not sure if you can understand me, but I’m not here to hurt you. I can help free you, but you have to let me help you. I’m not going to be able to free you if you’re going to fight me.”
To some extent the dragon must have understood because it just looked at him as he approached.
“Can it understand me?” Connor asked over his shoulder to a wide-eyed Miyanda. Miyanda stood a safe distance away observing.
“It doesn’t speak English , if that’s what you mean. It may be able to sense your tone and body language. My people have protected the creatures but we do not interact with them much.”
Remembering what was written in the book Morrigan had lent him about these dragons being the smartest of their kind , Connor decided to continue to speak to the creature whether it could understand him or not. “Listen, big guy, I can get you out of
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