Righto I’m a day late been a busy week! I’d like to apologize I’m not the best accent writer and i ran a little longer than I meant to because I had to set up everything before the conversation could come to me. I’m thinking the dragon later goes and burns the French Armada \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n
Week 2: Write a page of dialogue between a dying but powerful dragon and the boy who stumbled into his lair in search of something with which to save his people. (Inspired by The Riftwar Saga)<\/p>\n
The boy scowled at the ragged tear of light above him. He stood, brushing broken roots and clods of dirt off himself. He stared at the hole for a long while, as if it was something new to him. Finally he let out a grunt and leapt, fingers reaching and grasping. His face lit up as his hand closed around a root.
\n\u201cOof!\u201d The boy scowled at the broken root in his hand and back at the ragged tear of light. He spent another long moment pondering the hole.
\n\u201cSod it.\u201d The boy growled, turning to contemplate the darkness. With a final glance at the hole the boy set forth into the dark, shouldering his bag. Before overlong the boy was lost, maneuvering on nothing but touch and faith.
\nThe boy froze suddenly, his eyes going wide in the ebony darkness. He could hear something that didn\u2019t belong. It sounded as though there was a great bellows pumping. Curious, hungry and thoroughly lost, the boy didn\u2019t hesitate to follow the sound as best he could. Slowly, but surely the sound grew louder and the closeness of the darkness seemed to relent. Then, the boy fell.
\nHe muttered curses as he picked himself up. He hadn\u2019t trip, the tunnel it seems had simply come to a stop, dropping him a good way down a sloped chute.
\n\u201cHmph, is someone there?\u201d A voice, baritone and resonate seemed to shake the darkness.
\n\u201cWAHG!\u201d The boy convulsed in fright, collapsing to the ground. The sound of a great many metal objects sliding against each other joined the bellows.
\n\u201cThere is! \u201cHave you come to challenge the might Ignimors to battle?!\u201d The voice roared, \u201cShow yourself, hiding in the dark like a thief will do you no good!\u201d The boy, quavering in fear at this unknown presence, stood up slowly.
\n\u201cI a\u2019nt no thief!\u201d He shouted back,
\n\u201cEh? Then why would you be hiding in the darkness?\u201d The voice rumbled, \u201cAnd what manner of creature are you?\u201d
\n\u201cI am Nathaniel. I a\u2019nt hidin\u2019, I a\u2019nt got no lat\u2019rn. Wha\u2019 are y\u2019u?\u201d Nathaniel struggled to keep the quaver from his voice.
\n\u201cWhat! No light you say? How did you ever think to slay me without light?\u201d The voice huffed, the force of the breath knocked Nathaniel over, \u201cLet me fix that.\u201d Soft blue light began to glow around the cavern, revealing golden mountains. Nathaniel\u2019s eyes went wide with greed as he stared at the immeasurable wealth.
\n\u201cAh HA! Thief! I see you coveting my wealth!\u201d Nathaniel\u2019s angry retort died in his mouth as he turned to glare at the voice.
\n\u201cWAGH!\u201d He screeched.
\n\u201cBy the Gods, you\u2019re nothing more than a mouthful! They sent a child after me, the greatest dragon alive?!\u201d The dragon snorted in disbelief, \u201cQuite your screeching boy, Iginmors doesn\u2019t hunt children.\u201d
\n\u201cWh\u2019t kin of Nam is Ig\u2019nmoris?\u201d The boy struggled to control his shaking. The dragon was crimson red, with scales that were thicker than the boy\u2019s hand. It was massive, filling the cavern. The boy noted ancient chains embedded in the dragon\u2019s flesh.
\n\u201cA FINE name is what it is. Given to me by your Romans when I scourged their lands. I was the one who burned Rome I\u2019ll have you know! None of this silly Neo did it to renovate I heard of later. But surely you recognize a fine Latin Name such as mine?\u201d The dragon seemed to puff himself up.
\n\u201cAye a\u2019nt hea\u2019d of no Romans before, Rome is where te Pope lives. It a\u2019nt burned!\u201d
\n\u201cNo Romans you say?! Boy just what language are we speaking?\u201d
\n\u201cEn\u2019lish, \u2018ow can you not kno what you is speaking?\u201d
\n\u201cA dragon speaks every tongue! English you say? Haven\u2019t heard of it before, are you sure you aren\u2019t Roman? Last time I went to sleep, there were Roman\u2019s everywhere.\u201d
\n\u201cAye\u2019m En\u2019lish, and all I\u2019s know is tha\u2019 my Pa were drug \u2018way to fight te dirty Fre\u2019ch. I am lookin\u2019 for te ol\u2019 Abbey. Ma says there is a someat there tha\u2019 sent te Sax\u2019ns running. If aye find it, maybe my Pa wont hav\u2019t fight!\u201d
\n\u201cSo you have come to find me! A scourge to set upon your enemies, though I have no memory of chasing any Saxons away. I fought those dirty Romans though! Boy I told you about the Romans right?\u201d The dragon cast a tight expression at the boy.
\n\u201cYa did. Whats te matter, ya going dumb?\u201d
\n\u201cDUMB? I\u2019LL SHOW YOU DUMB!\u201d The dragon roared and Nathaniel could see its muscles bunching, suddenly it let out a pained howl.
\n\u201cAh me, I\u2019ve slept too long. Those damned Romans did me in, chaining me to this mountain with cruel barbs while their barbarian friends chanted their cants to keep me asleep.\u201d The dragon sighed. \u201cThey worked their iron too deep, I\u2019ll die chained to this mountain.\u201d
\n\u201cA\u2019nt you a dragon? Ya jus\u2019 gonna lay there an\u2019 die?\u201d
\n\u201cBoy, the Romans were crafty demons who worked the land itself to chain me. Their barbarian friends used powerful magic to bind me. What makes you think I can escape?\u201d Ignimors sighed.
\n\u201cBut ya gotta h\u2019lp me! Aye have ta have found ya for a reas\u2019n!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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