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The Dark Dragon (Nathaniel)

The Dark Dragon Accounts

(Mary)

(Isaac)

(Lucas)

The Dark Dragon

Nathaniel

By Jamie Burns

My father told me stories of the Dark Dragon my whole life. It was tradition, of course  I told them to my Children. My wife Rose and our two girls would curl up under a blanket while I repeated and added to the stories. When the stories got to scary our girls would bury their faces against Rose’s shoulders wait for the moment to pass then join back in the adventure. Those were my favorite memories of my wife.

Rose passed away shortly after giving birth to our son Isaac. For years I thought I would never tell those stories again. The memory of my girls all huddled together under a blanket listening were so perfect it hurt to think about. Until one day when Isaac was 7, he had been sick for several days, and I sat by his bed trying to comfort him. When one of my girls pointed out Isaac had never been told the tales of the Dark Dragon. Both girls agreed that mom would never have stood for that. They made themselves comfortable, Rachel at the foot of the bed and Mary along side Isaac, pulling a blanket over them both. Once again I told the tales of the Dark Dragon. Isaac loved the stories, the girls cared more for the nostalgia of the it, less about the stories themselves, but I suppose that’s part of growing up.

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After the second tremor the merchant I worked for let us all go for the day. People were gathering in the square and it was clear no one was getting any more work done that day. I just wanted to get home to my kids. I though the tremors would be small, nothing to get worked up over and maybe we could have a nice family dinner for once.

That hope for a nice night was dashed by the fact that I got home to find no one. They were smart kids, even if they had been out they knew to come home when they felt the tremors. I double checked the rooms but it’s not like our home is big enough to have missed anyone. I paced and with every pace the room felt smaller and smaller. I couldn’t just wait here and hope they were on their way back. I left and headed toward the square.

“Rachel!” I called out when I spotted her.

“Dad!” She ran over and greeted me with a hug. “Do you know what's going on?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s just earthquakes. But where are your brother and sister?” I tried not to sound irritated, not sure it was working. She looked at the ground.

“Rachel? Where?”  

“I saw Isaac on the path, the one that leads toward the cave.”

“On the cliff side?”

“I was going to go get him dad I swear. But it’s ok because Lucas is getting him.”

“Lucas? Who’s Lucas?”

“Um, he’s a boy I know.”

It was just getting better and better. I decided to handle one problem at a time. Find my kids first, punish them later.

“So where are Isaac and Lucas now?”

“I don’t know they haven’t come back yet.” Rachel bit her bottom lip. Something her mother use to do when she was worried as well.

“And Mary?” I asked

She shrugged her shoulders. “She wasn't with Isaac when I saw him.”

“Ok, come on. We’re sticking together.” I pulled her by the hand out of the crowd and toward the mountain. Then another tremor shook the ground.

Rachel and I were halfway to the mountain when it emerged. Every story my father had told, every story I had told and there it was. The Dark Dragon had come out of it’s cave after over 100 years.

The mountain was still a ways off but it sat like a dark shadow looking down over the village. Even from where we were it was easy to see the torrent of fire that was now pouring from the creature that stood at the cave's mouth. I ran toward the mountain,  praying Isaac had l left that cave long before.

When I realized Rachel was running behind me I turned to her. “No, go home. Run home and take cover. If your sister is there don’t let her leave.” I wished I could soothe the frightened look on her face but I was pretty sure I had the same look.

I ran at a sprint toward the mountain, and I heard it. It was a sound I had described many times over while telling the stories but never really heard till that moment. I’ll be the first to tell you that the description in the stories did not do justice to the roar of a Dragon.

It was said in the stories that the Dark Dragon’s roar was like thunder from on high. Now having heard it I would say it was a thunder that enveloped you so completely the thunder might have come from your very own bones. A sound that instantly drained the warmth from your body leaving you cold and frightened.

I ran faster half watching my path half watching the Dragon. The as the light from it’s fire dimmed the black Dragon took the the sky. It seemed to take little to no effort for the massive creature to lift off the ground. The flap of its great wings disturbing the trees and land around it with a powerful flurry of wind. The dragon shot straight into the sky. It made it’s way up out of the shadow of the mountain and what was left of the sun light hit it. I had never imagined it properly. I had been far from it and the Dragon still seemed to massive to comprehend. The Dark Dragon was indeed a black dragon just as the stories said. What the stories never got right was well the color. Yes it was a black dragon, but once the light hit it the black had a incredible undertone that glinted in the sun light. Like when lamp oil is mixed with water. A rainbow effect that mesmerizes any on looker.

I reached the start of the cliffs path and the dragon was still soaring upwards. It must have been terribly high because it was finally starting to look smaller. I thought I could see it turning slightly toward the village. I told myself again one problem at a time, first find your family. The crash of relief came with a crash of Isaac and Mary’s hugs. They had made their way back down the path and seemed to be unscathered.

“Thank God you’re alright!” I said as I looked them over to be certain.

“We’re ok Dad.” Said Marry.

“Ok we need to get back home and get Rachel.” I turn back down the path, but a hand pulled my arm stopping me. I turned to Isaac. “What is it?”

“I...I think there was another boy… in the cave.” He said.

What had Rachel called him? Lucas?

“Ok, I want you to stay right here! Do you understand me? Only move if that Dragon comes back and you need to take cover. You got that?” I instructed Mary.

They both nodded their heads in a compliant yes. I headed up the path, once I was almost to the cave opening I could see over the village and I spotted the Dark Dragon high in the air and it looked like it was flying in high wide circles around the village. I thought for Rachel in our house, I wanted to go to her right away but I hoped it wouldn’t be with bad news about her “Friend”.

 

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The Dark Dragon (Lucas)

The Dark Dragon

Lucas

By Jamie Burns

 

I had never really noticed Rachel before, but over the summer she had started really making an effort. It also helped her social status that her two best friends were the beauties of the village. Not that it did much for their personalities. I can vaguely remember Rachel trying to talk to me once before when we were still in child's lessons. Back then she always had dirt on her face and second hand cloths, so obviously it was a short conversation. After all my family had a good reputation and I couldn’t risk talking to just anyone that drooled over me.

Over the summer it seemed Rachel had finally figured out the way the game was played. She had cleaned herself up and stopped bringing her impoverished family in to polite civilized conversation. She was becoming increasingly more lady like and reminded me of my own mother. Something to be gazed at but scarcely forced to listen to.

The summer was winding down and there was a group of us in the town square, enjoying what was left of the warm nights and summer harvests. Rachel and I had become somewhat of an unofficial item. Which meant I spent my father’s coin buying her fruit she wouldn't be able to afford otherwise and she let me get a bit farther than I had with the other girls.  

Rachel fed me slices of the peaches I had brought in the market. I had taken her to a spot my father told me about earlier that year. “Girls love the place.” He had said. It was nice, the perfect spot to watch a sunset. It was a short hike up hill with a nice rock formation that made a natural bench. It overlooked the valley to our left and the cliffed mountains to our right.  As the sun made it’s decent I took the peach from Rachel and leaned in for a kiss. But the moment before my lips touched hers the ground beneath us started to rumble. It was a small tremor but it was enough to pull Rachel’s attention away from me.

“What was that?” She asked.

“I’m sure it was nothing.” I said as I tried to get her to face me again.

“I don’t know. It didn’t feel like……”

The ground trembled again, stronger this time. Ok maybe it wasn't nothing. I too turned my attention to the view. It was easy to see that below in the valley people had started to more around me franticly and some had gathered in the square.

“Maybe we should go back.” Rachel suggested in a way that told me my chances for a late summer make out tonight had dropped to zero.

“Fine.” I said standing up. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw movement along the cliff side trail. I squinted the make out the figure in the growing mountain shadow. It looked like the figure of a man, no a boy. He was definitely smaller than me.

“Isaac?” I heard Rachel say. She too was squinting at the figure on the mountainside.

“Do you know him?” I asked.

Rachel squinted ever harder. “I think that’s my brother.”

“What would your brother be doing out here?”

“Nothing he’s allowed to, that’s for sure. I should probably go get him.”

I guess my gallant side took over because I looked at her dress, then the sharp rocks between where we were and the path he was on and before I knew it I had said. “No, I’ll do it. You head to the square.”

 

As a balanced my way across the rocks to reach the path toward the cliff I reminded myself of how many brownie points this was getting me from Rachel. I would just bring her back to the spot tomorrow and hope for no little brother interruptions. I reached the path we call the Path of Darkness and realized I hadn't been on it for years. I remembered being 11 or so and we all challenged each other to walk the path. I guess it was still a right of passage. I headed up the path trying to catch up to Rachel’s brother. I expected to find him somewhere on the path, that’s what usually happened, kids get a certain distance and then they chicken out. In fact, by the looks of it I was now passed the point I myself had previously made it too.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, once I made it to the cave opening that same 11 year old fear had returned. Everyone in the village knew that this was the cave of a dragon. People had been telling the story to their kids for generations. I looked around to see if the boy was maybe sitting near by. There was no one. Had he really gone in? Did I really have to go in after him?

It was dark and I hadn't brought anything to light the way so I found myself stumbling more than upright walking. I thought I heard a movement so I abruptly stopped. My head told me to call out. I thought she said his name was Isaac? But something deeper in me said to keep quiet. That was when the next tremor coursed through the mountain. I turned to run back toward the cave opening but it was dark and I’m assuming I tripped and hit my head because that was the last thing I could remember.

 

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The Dark Dragon (Isaac)

The Dark Dragon

(Isaac)

By Jamie Burns

 

My favorite part of the day, was always when my dad would finally get home from work and he would tell me stories before bed. Stories about the Dark Dragon. The tales said that the Dark Dragon was over 900 years old! And a dragon never stops growing. He was as tall as a mountain, his scales were like black onyx and stronger than any steel ever forged by man. He had killed by the thousands with his kiss of fiery death.  Some even said there were still bone between his teeth from his last feast on the valley. Not that anyone would have truly been close enough to see it and live. So you know, awesome bedtime stories!

 

I had the great misfortune of having the two most boring sisters in the worlds. My oldest sister Rachel was all about boys, flowers, and I’m not really sure whatever girly crap she liked. She was the worst, but the most fun to scare. One little spider in her hair and she would jump like a frog. Rachel didn’t hang around our house much. I guess when you get older you just get to go out and do whatever you want.

My other sister Mary was not the worst, like Rachel, but she was still boring. I guess you could say she was “in charge” of me. I told our dad I didn’t need a babysitter. After all, I was 12 years old, not a baby. Anyway Mary had become immune to my tricks over the years so scaring her was much harder than scaring Rachel. This fact added to Mary’s boringness.

There were other kids in the village my age and they didn’t have to have a babysitter it was completely unfair. I had had enough. Yet another boring day in the house just me and Mary. I had hoped we would go out, walk around the town square and maybe I could slip away from her. My friends Henry and Philip had been talking about going to the path of darkness. It was the trail that lead up to the Dark Dragon’s lair and everyone who was anyone had been there. I was someone who was no one because I had never been. I was supposed to meet up with them but instead I was stuck watching Mary sew all day. Until luck was on my side.

I sat and watched as Mary’s head kept lolling back and forth. I tried to stay as still and quite as possible because it was my only hope of getting out of there. Her head drooped down totally and I let a good minute pass to be sure. I was out the door and with luck Henry and Philip would still be waiting for me.

 

When me and the guys got to the path of darkness it wasn't as cool as I had expected. I guess I imagined some kind of archway, not just a rickety old sign. We all stood, toes just behind the imaginary line of the start of the path.

“It’s not all that scary.” Henry said. But he glanced sideways at me like he didn’t know if he believed what he said. I know I didn’t.

“I don’t know guys, it looks pretty rockey up there.” Said Philip.

“Are we going up?” I asked

“Well… ya. That’s why we’re here right?”

We had never really talked about what we would do when we got to the path of darkness. Now that I was standing there it seemed obvious that I would be expected to walk that path. The rickety old sign started looking more ominous the longer I stood there.

“I’m not going up there.” Philip backed away from the path.

“What don’t be a coward.” Henry said, but his own voice had a shake to it.

“I’m not a coward. I’m just not going up there.”

“You sound like my baby sister, Philip.”

“Why don’t you just go up there, Henry?”

“Well, technically Isaac is the oldest. So… he should get to go first!”

The two of them stopped their bickering to look at me. Just like that supposed to not only going up the path of darkness but I was to going up it alone. I wanted to say no but something else in me wanted to be brave. The thought of telling my dad I had been to the lair of the dragon sounded great. Sure he would be a little mad at first but then he would think it was cool. Plus none of the other kids my age had ever made it all the way to the lair. What if I was the first? Yes, I would be the first kid in years to make it all the way to the Dark Dragon’s lair.

“Ya, I’ll do it.”

Both Henry and Philip’s faces looked a bit shocked. I thought how that would be the look on all the kids faces when I went to lessons the next day and they heard about my bravery. I started up the path. Only three steps in and part of my father's story came to me. The bones in the dragon's teeth and for a split second I thought those might soon be my bones.

“Wait,” Called Philip.

A wave of relief washed over me. Had he come up with a reason for me not to go? Nope.

“You have to leave and offering.” He pointed to the Sign. Under it sat all sorts of things others had left.

“Don’t want to head up without giving the dragon spirit something.” Henry nodded in agreement. I rifled through my pockets and all I had was a drawing I had done earlier that day as I waited for Mary to fall asleep. I unfolded it and put it at the base of the sign. I didn’t have any other reasons to delay. I wanted to back out, but instead I thought of the blond girl in my lessons and I was on my way back up the path.

 

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