Writetober Day 12 (Dragon)

Writetober Day 12

Dragon

                “Kyle, move!”  Trulsy shouted as he charged through the inn door.

A massive claw encased in scales cut through the whiteout that was the sky.  Kyle dove through the splintered opening of the inn as the monstrous arm slammed into the snow-covered ground.  The storm had arrived just moments before, but the snow piled as if it had fallen for hours.

“Hiding will do nothing.  I will turn this village to rubble!”  The voice bellowed, shaking the walls of the inn.

Michelle and Tom were already at the opposite end of the tavern looking for an escape.  “We need to keep moving!”  Michelle shouted to Trulsy and Kyle as they struggled to get up.

Behind the two men, a blue eye peered through the previously destroyed door.  A toothy grin formed on the monster’s face as it stared at Kyle.

“Far too easy…”  The black scaled dragon pulled its head back and inhaled.

The falling snow was pulled into the sucking vacuum of the inhaling dragon, it’s blue and brown eye glowed in intensity as it prepared to spew death into the tavern.  Inside, Trulsy moved with a purpose as he flipped over wooden tables and stools.  Beneath one of the tables was a latched door.

“Get down there!”  Trulsy ripped the hatch open, breaking the lock.

Kyle, Michelle and Tom threw themselves down into the hidden room, landing in mold and old ale.  Trulsy didn’t follow them, he wasn’t faster than the wall of ice that tore through the wooden slats holding up the tavern.  The hatch door slammed shut plunging Kyle and his friends in darkness, as the world around them crumbled beneath the ice breathe of the demon above.

The world was frozen and silent, Krinkledag was a crumbled shadow of its former self.  Homes were destroyed and covered in piles of snow.  Villagers laid encased in ice with fear frozen on their faces; others weren’t recognizable as once being a living being.  The monstrous black dragon studied its work as a grin played on its face, he stayed focused though, the dead body of his prey wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Deep below the layers of crumbled tavern and sheets of ice, Kyle slowly moved in the dark.  Careful not to make a sound he ran his hand over an arm he assumed to be Michelle’s.  He could feel her shaking, no doubt tears were streaming down her face.

“Kyle.”  The smallest whisper came from Tom’s mouth.

Kyle shot his hand out to the direction of the voice.  Gripping his friend, he gave reassurance that he was alive.  The three dragged their bodies across the pungent floor to huddle together.

“Outsider…grandson to the thief.”  The dragon growled.  “I know you live…”

Michelle shook in terror as Kyle held her.  The words seemed to seep through the walls and strike all three survivors.  Kyle’s attention shot to his arm as it began to throb and burn where the wolf bite had been.

“Show yourself…or suffer.”

Kyle bit down hard on his tunic, forcing the screams to stay within.  Searing pain blinded Kyle as he struggled to hold on to his will.

“Good…”  The dragon’s words filled Kyle’s gut.  “Your friends will suffer as well…”

Through the extreme pain, Kyle felt Michelle wince and tighten, as she began fighting her own battle.  Lances of pain shot up Michelle and Tom’s arm centralized from the rings.  In the darkness, the rings glowed a violent red as pain tested their will.  Tom broke.

An anguished roar ripped from Tom’s mouth, it was all the fiend needed.

“Die!”  The word was followed by a stream of fire erupting from the dragon’s mouth, as it flew high in the sky.

Molten flame rained down destroying what was left of Krinkledag.  Balls of heat blasted into the foundation of the tavern, exploding on impact and spreading to the neighboring remains of buildings.  In quick work, Vordmir, turned the frozen landscape into a charred nightmare world.  Plumes of smoke trailed high into the sky as the dragon, content with his work, ceased the barrage of hellfire.