She came at him again, but this time he was ready. He blocked, spun away and countered with a blow of his own. She expertly blocked and smiled at him. She then began to use harder and more complicated attacks. Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)”
Drace fumed for a moment in silence, thinking. Finally he asked, “What can one man do that would so drastically change the outcome?”
“You will change the Lady, and that will change fate,” Nimbus simply said. Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)”
Nimbus gave a visible shake that rattled his scales. “It was an ancient firedrake legend that had been forgotten by most dragons until recently. I came across an old forest dragon many years ago that was the last to know it. Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)”
Later, where the northern plains began, an easy walk from the castle, the dragon strolled leisurely along, the human man at his side. Drace’s head did not even reached Nimbus’ shoulder. Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera (cont’d)”
A group of observers began to assemble as he warmed the stallion by trotting then cantering in large then smaller circles. He then rode to the center of the practice area and bowed his head to Ki.
Servers came in with platters of food, giving Drace time to compose himself.
“There is your steak; it is elk, not from a beef animal,” Vashti explained.
Estelle poured the bottle of liquid into the bath, commenting dryly, “Well lad, maybe you are in fine fettle after all. If I were younger I might like a ride on that myself.” Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera Pt. 16”
Vashti directed Drace in through the side entrance into the huge kitchen
area where the smells of cooking meat permeated the air. Continue reading “Dark Lord of Kismera Pt. 14”
Dawn found Drace flat on his back, dreaming of an extremely large panther talking to a woman, whose features he couldn’t clearly see. He got the impression she was beautiful, but it was like looking into a mist. Everything seemed vague as he walked towards her for a better look. Something buzzed his face and he tried to brush it away. He bumped his nose with the back of his hand and instantly came awake.
“Damn it all to hell!” he swore quietly and rolled up onto his knees. He cupped his nose with both hands, and gritted his teeth as pain radiated through his head. When the pain subsided, he sat back on his heels and ran his hands through his tangled hair.
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