the dragon speaks
Suddenly the dragon turns and looks at you straight in the eye.
"Halt, little one," it booms.
"Y-you can t-talk??" you stammer.
The dragon makes a funny choking noise, which sounds suspiciously like
laughter, if dragons could laugh. "All dragons can talk. Everyone
knows that,"
"Well I didn't," you mutter back.
"What are you, and what are you doing here?" asks the
dragon. "Why have you come to disturb me?"
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. It's just that...I
don't know. I don't know anything. I don't know who I am, I don't know
where I am...and I was hoping maybe I could find someone who could
help me answer those questions. All I have is this weird crystal. And
I don't even know where I got that from. So-" You glance at the
dragon and realise that you've been babbling on and on. The dragon is
staring at you intently. You blush furiously.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone on and on like that." you
mumble.
The dragon roars. You cower down, expecting to feel sharp teeth on
your neck any second.
"Open your eyes, little one. I shall not harm you. You see, we
dragons have a bad reputation. I don't know who started it, but we are
feared as big nasty fire-breathing lizards that do nothing except
destroy towns and go on rampages to steal gold. No, we are not at all
like that. We dragons are lonely. We need companions. And it has been
a long time since a young one like you came along. My heart is lifted
when you talk to me. I am old. I shall not live much longer. Therefore
I have decided that I shall help you on your quest to find your
identity. How does that sound?"
The dragon stares at you. You stare unnervingly back at him. The
dragon raises itself slowly and gives a loud yawn. Little spurts of
flame shoot out from his mouth. You recoil in terror, fumbling for the
door knob.
