"This way!"
The captain pulled the reigns, and his horse whinnied
to a stop and kicked its front legs. He'd trust his
steed with his life, but even the bravest mount
pranced with fear whenever the smell of sulfur filled
the air and curled the leaves of both tree and bush
alike.
Together, the captain and his horse sniffed the
unearthly breeze before leaving the path and trotting
into the clearing. There they saw a young guardsman
kneeling over a red patch of mashed grass. The sky had
cleared, except for one thin grey cloud that trailed
off into the deep blue canvas and stretched to the
horizon.
The guardsman looked up as his captain approached. He
held a charred and bloody breastplate in his hands, a
picture of a winged dragon--the King's crest--was
still visible on the front.
"Your brother died for King and Kingdom," the captain
said.
"King?" The guardsman's eyes seemed to burn with a
dragon's fire. "This beast is King."
"Silence! Your grief leads you to foolish tales."
The guardsman gritted his teeth, and stood.
"Let's go," the captain commanded. "We'll have our
revenge in the morrow."
They gathered the others and huddled in the tower, a
tower built for one purpose. They had lined the walls
with brookstone to shield against heat and fire, and
they'd fastened spikes made of frost-cured iron to the
roof and surrounding courtyard. Not even the fiercest
dragon would risk impalement trying to enter, for
every child knew that the flesh over a dragon's heart
was soft and vulnerable.
They selected a bull for bait, the largest in the
kingdom. Then, as soon as dawn struck, the captain
gave the order and twelve guardsmen bound the bull and
strapped flasks to its body. The flasks were filled
with a potion prepared with the King's own magic, and
no man dared open them. While the potion might only
daze a dragon, even the vapors would surely kill a
man.
Once the flasks were secured, they fastened a chain
around the bull's neck and drove him outside, helping
to drag the massive tether with their horses. The
chain measured six inches around and sixty feet in
length with three-foot iron hooks spaced every two
feet. The men fastened the other end of the chain
around the base of the tower, and used a rope to tie
the bull to a stake just outside the courtyard.
The first warning came at three in the afternoon when
the sun turned red, and black clouds swept across the
sky. The captain checked his sword and gripped his
lance. Soon he would have his moment.
If he died, he'd have glory. If he lived, he would be
able to challenge the King, for he would've done what
even the King had not. The King was old, and his magic
fading. It was time for a new leader, one that ruled
with courage and strength instead of stale tricks.
Screeching interrupted his thoughts and his horse
reared onto its hind legs as a black creature,
terrible and fearsome, swept out of the sky like a
great bat. The smell of death engulfed them, and the
men choked and coughed.
The dragon hovered overhead while the bull struggled
against the rope, then it pounced on the screaming
animal, ripping and clawing at its flesh. Even the
battle-hardened guardsmen grew pale as they watched
the beast take the twitching carcass into its mouth
and leap into the air.
Then, just as the dragon spread its wings across the
full length of the courtyard, its head snapped back
and the chain set a hook in its mouth.
With a shriek, the beast fell to the earth and crashed
with a thunderous rumble. It then struggled to jerk
itself free, but the chain held even as rocks began to
crumble at the tower's base. The men gasped, but the
captain commanded them to be still even as he prayed
that the potion would do its work.
Soon, the dragon's struggles slowed and, once it
collapsed, they watched for a full ten minutes. It
never stirred.
When the captain feared waiting any longer, he grabbed
his lance and spurred his horse out of the tower. As
he neared the dragon, he gritted his teeth and
extended his weapon toward a piece of exposed flesh
between its front legs.
Then, just before iron met flesh, the dragon sprung to
life and swept its tail under the charging horse. Both
horse and rider tumbled to the ground before their
foe.
Rumbling shook the ground, and the captain realized
that the dragon was laughing. The potion had failed,
and he was trapped. Terror gripped his heart even as
his hand gripped his sword.
His knees buckled and he stared into the beast's eyes,
dark as the deepest lake and large as a man's head. He
froze, unable to move as the dragon grasped him with
its claws and began crushing his breastplate. Then he
saw the image of an old man in the dragon's eye. It
was the King, laughing over a crystal ball, his magic
not so stale after all.
Blackness overcame the captain and he dropped his
sword. The dragon roared; and, in the distance, birds
and beasts cried out in terror. Then, without warning,
the roaring stopped and the captain fell to the
ground.
When he looked up, he saw a young guardsman--the one
who had mourned his brother the day before--resting on
one knee and splattered with black blood. And when he
followed the young man's gaze, he saw a sword in the
dragon's chest. Smoke rose from its nostrils as the
glow in its eyes faded.
At the same moment, in a back room of the palace, an
old man slumped in his chair and a crystal ball fell
to the floor. The shattering proclaimed the end of the
king's reign.
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