Dragon's Eye Chapter 3 by popular demand

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  1. damiynn

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    This is still a little rough and I will be working on it a little more, but here you go. By the way if you like this then you should really check out my first book, A King's Quest The Kingdom Chronicles AV Wedhorn

    Chapter 3

    “What did you do with the medallion,” the dragon growled disgustedly, “leave it in a box somewhere?”

    Flushing guiltily, Micah ran his hand through his dark brown hair.

    “You did, didn’t you!” exclaimed the dragon incredulously, another small jet of fire blew out its nostrils. Not waiting for his response, its growling voice raised several octaves, “Weren’t you told by your father, man of the blood, to wear it at all times? Weren’t you told that you had a duty and an obligation to the people of this land, that you could be called at any time to fulfill it?”

    Again Micah flushed, this time anger filled him instead of guilt.

    “How dare you talk to me this way!” Waving his hand around at the room he met the dragon glare to glare. “None of this is real, this is all a dream. Dragon’s don’t exist and Illanor is a place of make believe, a fairy tale made up by my deranged father before he was institutionalized.”

    The lines around the dragon’s mouth drew upwards. It was hard to tell because of its long teeth, but he thought, Is it smiling?

    “A dream huh?” it answered, echoing his words. Moving its head about indicating their surroundings, it finished, “And none of this is real? I am nothing but a figment of your imagination, a child’s storytale made up for you by Benjamin?”
    Micah thought the beast sounded offended. Something unrecognizable gleamed momentarily in the dragon’s eyes and that’s all it was. A moment.

    Before he could blink the dragon’s head shot forward in a blur and seized him. Long teeth clamped down over his body and thinking he was about to die Micah screamed in terror. The giant beast tossed its head sideways and suddenly he was flying through the air towards one of its chained clawed feet.

    He tried, as he had been taught, to roll with the impact, but didn’t succeed. Air exploded out his lungs as he landed hard on the stone floor. Fear overwhelmed him and he tried scrambling away, but a bone white talon caught him by the legs and knocked his feet out from under him.

    Angry eyes pierced him as the same talon rolled him over and pinned his chest to the stone. Staring at its giant claw, Micah suddenly realized he was not waking up. You are supposed to wake up when you were about to die in a dream.

    Growling, the dragon deftly moved its talon down his chest.

    Micah watched in fascinated terror as it carefully popped the buttons from his shirt.

    Placing its claw against his bare skin, the dragon snarled in a hiss, “I am no dream dragon rider, and this is no fairy tale created by Benjamin. Hot, fetid breath washed over his face and it was all Micah could do to keep from crying out as its teeth gnashed together next to his face.

    Suddenly the dragon’s eye pulsed, a bright red glow that almost seemed to strike the beast and the dragon drew back in shock. Eyes wide, it released him.

    “Even though I would like to kill you Man of the blood, it seems I am not permitted. Get out of here, you’re a disgrace to your father and the other riders who came before you and the sight of you disgusts me!”

    Twice he had heard the name and trying to pull the tattered remains of his shirt back over his exposed chest Micah asked, as he scrambled backwards away from the dragon's angry visage. “How do you know my father’s name?”

    The dragon stopped as if struck, its head wheeled back around, eyes wide with surprise. “He didn’t tell you?”it breathed, gazing reproachfully at him.

    “Tell me what?” demanded Micah, not entirely sure what he was asking for.

    The dragon eyed him carefully, its red eyes staring at him so hard that it looked as if it was trying to see into his soul. Finally the dragon gave a harsh bark of laughter, and spoke, “Your father was the last rider who did his duty when needed.” Its expression changed to scorn, “Unlike some, he answered the call when duty required him.”

    Now Micah gaped incredulously. “My father has been here?” he blurted out before he could stop himself. Thinking back, he remembered how vividly his father had described his stories. Micah realized the dragon was telling the truth.

    Changing the subject, the dragon growled, shooting him an appraising look, “Have you ever even held a sword Man of the blood?” Then it fixed him with a skeptical eye that said it thought it already knew the answer. “Can you defend yourself? Do you have any skills that might even make you useful?”

    Micah thought back to the hapkido lessons when he had been a teenager. Then he had been proficient with a sword but that had been years ago. Now he was better with a baton, thanks to his police training. Still he had never had to use the thing and couldn’t remember the last time he had stepped into the ring in a real fight.

    “Not since I was a young man to the first question, and some to the second.” He answered, hoping the dragon didn’t detect the doubt in his voice. “Why would I need to protect myself?”

    “Didn’t you hear me tell you that the rest of Illanor, the riders, the dragons and the Griega would like to see you dead?” The dragon rolled its eyes. “Damn humans, you never listen to anything unless you’re frightened half to death or it is screamed at you.”

    Micah shook his head, “I heard what you said damn it, but what I meant was why me?”

    “The dragon’s eye,” answered the dragon, pointing with a long talon at the medallion clasped in his hand, “is what the Griega are seeking. As for the rest of us, we just want you dead because you didn’t come to stop them.”

    Why? What’s so important about the eye that it would cause such death and destruction?”

    The dragon eyed him as if he were an ignorant child who should already know, but answered anyway. “Benjamin should have told you. The dragon’s eye is but one of three parts of the one object. The eye, the tooth and the heart.”

    Seeing the confused look on Micah’s face the dragon let out a heavy sigh. “Sit in the corner, this might take a while.”

    Micah did as he was told and listened to what was being said without it having to be screamed at him.

    “In ancient times before men came to Allryss, dragons ruled over the heavens and earth. When humans first arrived, traveling through gateways from their other worlds, wars were fought between man and Dragon with thousands dying on both sides. After seeing that there was no way to stop the advance of humans on the dragonworld, the dragons offered up a peace agreement. Humans, fearing that the dragons could kill so many of them before they could protect themselves used magic and created The Eye, The Tooth, and The Heart. The Eye protects the wearer. No dragon can harm its wearer. The Tooth allows the human possessing it control any dragon close to him or her and The heart can banish or summon dragons to it, and when all three are together, the holder can control the gateways between worlds.”

    Listening intently, Micah hadn't realized that the dragon had stopped speaking

    Showing that he was indeed paying attention he asked, looking down at the medallion on his chest, “Who has the other two?”

    “The Griega, a fearsome warrior like people who believe that all dragons should just be beasts of burden. If they can capture the eye and find the heart there will be no stopping them. Thanks to your father, who also did his duty, the dragon’s eye was transferred beyond their reach. Out of anger because of their defeat, the Griega destroyed the surrounding city here and ruined the lands but they also left Illanor.” The dragon paused and let out a long breath and laid its head down on the stone floor.

    “When they came again and the destruction began, the winged riders called for you to come and bring the eye, so that they would have someone to lead them as your father did, but their summons was never answered. You, Micah Williams are a descendant of the first rider. In order to protect the eye it was transferred to another plane of existence in order to keep it safe. Didn’t your father tell you any of this?”

    Micah found himself shaking his head, but mumbled, “I didn’t believe him, and there was no proof, except this.” He held up the stone. “Until today, it never did anything. I thought my father had made up all those tales.” Micah found himself eyeing the stone warily, “What does it do?”

    The dragon’s head lowered again until it was eye to eye with him. “If the Griega take over here and gain control of the heart and the eye, Allenar, their dragonmage, can open up the portals to the other worlds. The closest one to this one is yours. More than likely he will start with it. If you have an heir he will kill him first, that way the eye can’t be passed on to another after he finishes with you. Do you have any other heirs, Micah Williams?”

    Micha’s mind flashed back to his ten year old son, Jared, living with his mother and new stepfather, slowly he nodded. He also thought he heard something else in what the dragon was saying but it flew away from his thoughts as he heard the beasts next words.

    “All it will take,” the dragon said in a direct manner, “is killing you here, then the stone will pass through your blood to the next in your line. The Griegan Dragonmage can use the heart and follow that line to your world. I’m sure with what you didn’t believe from your own father’s mouth, you probably never passed on your heritage to your own son?”

    Micah shook his head no, thinking back. He had told Mariynn about the stories and they both had agreed that their son didn’t need to know about his father’s deranged nonsense of other worlds and protectors.

    Realizing that possibly he might not be dreaming, Micah decided to take a chance. “And since I am supposed to know you and you know me, what is your name?”

    The great dragon eyed him carefully and to Micah’s eyes it felt as if he was being measured from head to toe and then some before the beast finally answered. “My name, Man of the Blood, is Noraxxis.”

    “Norraxxis,” Micah echoed softly, the name sending him back years in his head. At first he didn’t know how far but as the long ago memories of his childhood resurfaced he remembered the name of the loyal and fierce dragon his father had told him about. The dragon that served as the protector of the holder and the guardian of the gate. “I know about you,” Micah whispered in fascinated awe. “I know your story.”

    Noraxxis drew back a little and regarded him with a flat level eyed stare.

    “You are the protector of the holder and the guardian of the gate. You are the fiercest and most dangerous of your kind and considered to be one of the greatest dragons to have ever been hatched.” Slowly another memory surfaced and Micah found himself saying, “However the danger falls, my loyalty will always be to the bloods call.”

    Micah didn’t realize where the words came from exactly but the change they wrought on Noraxxis was instantaneous. The anger that had seemed to sustain the dragon faded away as if it had never been there. Almost reverently the large beast lowered its spiny head until it lay at his feet. “So do I serve and always to the blood am I a servant to all. I misjudged you Micah Williams and doubted you were a rider but your words are those of the foresworn and the words of a servant to the eye. Only a Man of the Blood can speak them while wearing the eye.”
     
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    Awesome, the concept is still very interesting. I like Noraxxis' personality and the character's interaction.

    It says Chapter 3...was there a Chapter 2? Cause I remember Chapter one but not Chp 2.

    And will you be publishing this when it's completed? I wouldn't mind picking it up, it's really good so far.
     
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    I split chapter one into two chapters so the original was really the two combined. Its slowly coming along. I have been doing as much as possible with it and I appreciate the kind words. Hopefully when it is done my publisher likes it as well.