‘You want to do what Jere?!’ Keri shouted.
Jere knew this was coming. They had traveled so long on their journey because Keri trusted him. Because keri trusted his plan, even if it was unmentioned.
Now when they have traveled half way around the world and they have landed on this mysterious land far from their homeland Jere had to confide in Keri.
And that is the worst part. He had a confidence that this is his destiny. Everything’s he has done in his life has led up to this land.
Has led up to land of Dragons!
Now here he had to convince his best friend, his brother and only friend that his plan was going to work.
‘Yes we are here to catch a dragon. Don’t you see that this is the only way to win the war back home. War on a dragon backs. And you are here, might as well do it.’
Keri needed a lot of pursuing. An entire day later he went from blatant refusal to hesitation. Eventually he agreed to go ahead with the plan, only if Jere gave him half of whatever money he had back home.
Jere disappointed, understood that too late his best friend was only after the riches.
They ate and went into the land. Keri had no clue about the land. But Jere did.
The land was an empire. An empire which was ruled by one family for the last two thousand years. No one could conquer it.
Maybe because the land was so remote. But the rumors was dragons defend the empire.
And if only one of such dragon could be captured. Brought back to homeland and unleashed on the enemy. Fires and destruction all the way. And Jere would be the hero.
Jere The Dragon Catcher!
He liked the sound of that. That is what he kept on telling himself every time his resolve flagged. A Day of walking on foot they reached a village. Village surrounded by scorched earth.
Keri now believed in dragons, walking on burned earth makes you believe. But they have not yet spotted a single dragon.
They could spot villagers down the valley, minding their business. But they were strange. All of them were tall. Really tall. And from far it was obvious that they were bred warriors. They carried weapons on them.
But no dragon.
They scanned the village valley for hours, trying to gauge what they villagers do, what they eat. There were no farms and no market was discernable.
‘Say Jere where are those winged creatures?’
Jere was thinking the same when they heard some flapping noise. Noise of wings. BIG wings from the sound of them.
From the left they saw huge birds flying towards the village. Three of them were flying towards the village.
Too far to descry any physical features other than color: all of them were black. And they descended towards the village.
Jere’s heart leaped up his throat. Dragons were here to pillage the village. And their descend was as terrifying as it was graceful and swift. One moment they were up next they had almost on the village.
And the next they were three tall humans.
(Post inspired by Cloud Dragons)
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