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“Damn!” He said when he saw the dragon inhaling deeply, expanding his chest in a grotesque manner, snapping broken ribs aloud.
The sound of his broken ribs made him retch but he had to control himself. This was a life or death situation.
Avalel’s eyes widened. He knew the dragon was ready to exhale his fiery breath.
He looked back to his companions and screamed to warn them about the upcoming fire blast. The four of them listened and quickly took cover behind some large rocks scattered all over the dragon’s nest.
Immediately, the dragon took flight, flapping its colossal, torn wings, blowing up rocks, pebble and dirt from the rocky mountain’s soil. Avalel covered his eyes with his left arm and started to rummaHe saw a large ge around for a place to take cover from the imminent attack.
There it was, his protector. He saw a large rock and ran to it. Unfortunately for Avalel, the dragon saw his attempt to survive the blast and released its blazing attack against the running elf’s body.
Not far from the large rock, Avalel felt the fire ball’s heat slightly burn his back as it seared down to incinerate his body. He knew it wouldn’t be long until the fire ball crashed down and incinerated his brusque figure into a pile of charcoaled ash.
He leaped sideways in a final attempt to dodge the fire ball. It missed him but, obviously, it wouldn’t miss the floor. As immediate as the fire ball clashed on the mountain’s floor, it exploded into a wave of dirt and flames a few meters in diameter.
The explosion carried Avalel a couple of meters into the air. While in mid air, the darting elf tried to make an evasive maneuver to land his feet on the floor and be able to survive the attack unharmed. His evasive maneuver, however was interrupted when his big body slammed against the large rock that would’ve served him as cover.
The dragon was too exhausted to keep its flight and soon fell chest first into the rocky floor, snapping its broken ribs even more.
It tried to cry in pain but blood gurgled inside its throat causing it to gush out in a crimson arch.
There it was. The mighty dragon that killed many goblins and orcs, lay bleeding on the floor. It was a pathetic sight bit the remaining goblins were eager to see the end of it.
Seventh wise quickly rushed out of his hiding place. He mentally searched for his friends and succeeded. He sensed everyone, even the dragon as it struggled to breathe. “The time has come! We must kill it now!” With that said, he pointed his hands to the dragon. His eyes sparked lightning. Soon, purple bolts crackled and crawled around his whole body.
Mesha understood that this was the chance to make their last attack against their foe. The flying dirt and debris caused by the dragon’s aggressive descent was starting to clear out, however, she still couldn’t find two of their teammates. She looked around quickly to find her friends.
There was Manaera, coming out of her hiding spot next to hers. There was Seventh, taking a bath of his own purple lightning, ready to release his attack on the dragon. There were the remaining goblins cowardly hiding behind rocks, but, where were Merik and Avalel?
Her vision failed but her hearing did not. She heard someone moaning in pain in the direction of a great rock. A wind draft blew the dust curtain interrupting her vision and her vision failed no longer. She saw the bodies of two large men on the floor tangled with each other.
Merik was face down in the dirt. He coughed dust and sand from his mouth and tried to push himself up on his feet but too much weight forced him down. He looked back over his shoulder and he saw his friend Avalel unconscious in his back.
He shook him off his back like a great cat shakes water from its pelt after taking a swim. After that, he placed the unconscious elf behind the large rock next to them. He grasped his four feet long sword and charged towards the dragon in a barbaric throttle.
In his charge, he noticed the goblins taking cover, no, hiding behind large rocks observing. He abruptly skid-stopped his charge and stared at them. They looked back. After three seconds of gazing at each other, Merik finally blurted. “Damned cowards…” He whispered and with a loud battle cry, he charge on again.
Seventh finally released his attack and sent bolts of purple lightning that in a flash wrapped the dragon and burned its flesh and scales where ever it touched.
The dragon, in a desperate attempt to stop Seventh’s bolt bath, tried to bite him. Manaera saw this and had to act fast. She pulled hard, chanted the same magical words she has been chanting all this time and once again, released the string. This time however, there were four magical arrows instead on the usual two.
The four arrows coiled with each other and formed a single magical spear that pierced through the dragon’s neck. Once again, the dragon gurgled blood, forming another crimson arch.
The dragon was more violent now that it ever was and Seventh’s spell has just run out. The dragon flapped its wings in its final and only effort to escape. It couldn’t. Mesha was stealthily chanting the words to a spell and when she saw the dragon trying to take flight to escape, she had no choice but to release her spell.
From her mouth, Mesha let out a mystical white mist that surrounded the dragon swiftly. Mesha clapped her hands together and, instantly, the mist that surrounded the dragon compacted into pearl-white chains. That tightened the dragon.
The dragon had already taken flight but when Mesha’s mist chained it and its wings with it, it slammed its colossal figure into the rocky floor head first. Unable to move, the dragon gurgled and bled and they were going to take him out o his misery.
Merik, in the middle of his barbaric charge, jumped ten dozen meters into the air and positioned himself atop the dragon’s head.
Manaera shot three arrows and hit.
In a desperate endeavor to shake the arrows off his head, it slammed its head violently against the rocky floor. Its head rested sideways on the ground.
It looked around with its only useful eye.
Its iris shrunk.
The massive human was reflected on the dragon’s wiggling eye as it came searing down with his serrated weapon pointing at its eye’s center.
The sword pierced right through, slicing cornea, tendons and finally, the brain.
It pierced right through its skull and the dragon cried out its last cry into the heavens. Merik still hung from the sword inserted into the dragon’s skull until the dragon shook its head in resignation. Merik slammed the ground, so did the dragon’s head.
The dragon was dead, so was their worry.
Merik moaned in pain while the remaining goblins jumped in joy. Merik sat in his position and gazed at the dead dragon.
Everything was at it should be.
“Can someone help me here?” Merik barked, catching the attention of everyone around. Manaera walked towards him and knelt down. “You reckless barbarian b*****d…”
“Yeah…what?” He barked again while holding a pleasant grin in his face. She padded him in his right shoulder; she helped him up and walked back towards the dragon. “What...no kiss?” The barbarian barked in a teasing tone to the beautiful curved elf. She only looked at him over her right shoulder, gave him a teasing look and shot a provocative grin at him.
As she walked away from him he observed the way the female elf’s curves danced in her body and her hips swayed from left to right. With a low sigh, he united with his teammates.
* * * * *
Avalel opened his eyes to find himself in a small room apparently made out of carved red stone dimmed by night’s shadowy veil and lit only by the dancing, orange fire of three candles. He sat on the feather-covered, cold, stone bed and looked around. His head felt dizzy and his eyes were out of focus. He winked a few times and his eyes were focused again. Little by little his head began to feel better. He heard loud voices outside of the room and soon after, high pitched, raspy voices laughing out of control.
The door to the room opened and Mesha came into the room laughing. “Avalel!” She called out loud in joy and ran into the now conscious elf. “How are you feeling, Ava?” Mesha asked gently while softly putting his hand on Avalel’s left cheek. “I’m alright…this bed’s a little uncomfortable though.” Avalel turned left. His legs hung from the stone bed and his hands were ready to push himself from the bed. “What did you expect, sinan wool in a goblin war front fort?” After hearing Meshas comment he giggled.
“Oh look, the sleeping princess is now awake.” Merik said from outside the room. He came in, then Manaera, then Seventh, then a few goblins.
They talked away the night until they all returned to their beds and slept, barely, but they slept.
* * * * *
The five knelt down at the gobbling shaman in thanks for all the hand-me-down supplies, almost burnt food and grumpy hospitality the goblin tribe kindly gave to them. It wasn’t a five-star inn but coming from mountain goblins, it was the best they could ever receive.
The goblins were in a joyful riot. They were jumping around and screaming their gratitude to their new heroes. The goblin shaman raised his hands into the air and every goblin silenced to hear the up coming words from their centennial leader.
“A few months ago, a red emperor dragon made its nest in our mountains. Since that day, we have all been living in fear. That dragon had killed many of our tribesmen. But now, we can all rest in peace. These warriors have killed dragon. Thanks to them, we…are…free…” the shaman said this last words so that everybody would rise up again in their joyful riot.
The five felt exalted. Their fight with the warrior had not only made them stronger but it had also won them respect among the mountain goblin tribes.
Moments passed and now they had to push on. “We must leave, Gar dak.” Said Avalel to the goblin shaman. “Yes, yes, you must. You have a long way ahead of you.”
“How do we get to Coral Valley?”
“Follow the sun for three days, then, when you meet the river, head south. Eventually you will end up in Rivelle. In Rivelle, take a boat to Marsaman. Once there walk west. You should arrive at Coral Valley two walking days after you exit Marsaman.”
Merik was a little incredulous. How could a goblin shaman know so much about the landscape if goblins are nothing close to nomads? The goblin shaman turned to Merik and looked at him in the eyes. “We shamans can talk to the winds my incredulous barbaric friend.” With this said, the goblins walked to the village’s exit and Merik stood where he was. Without him saying a word, the goblin had answered his question. Seventh walked right behind the goblin shaman and Manaera followed, grabbing Seventh by the arm to guide the blind old man. Avalel looked at Merik and they exchanged looks. Without a word, they smiled and followed.
* * * *
Atop their beasts of burden they rode to their new destiny. As they did they heard the goblin tribe cheer and dance in joy. As they strode into the distance all they could hear were the voices of the goblin tribe call to them for what they were: “Heroes…heroes… heroes…”
In time, only the sound of wind caressing the grasslands was heard.
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