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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”.

 

Copyright 2016 JAMIE BURNS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The Copper Key

Today I’ll be using a writing prompt I found care of Pinterest. Enjoy.

The prompt:

“One day you notice there’s a new key on your keychain.”

The Copper Key

By Jamie Burns

Most mornings I have plenty of time to make my coffee, put on my boots, and leisurely gather my things to head to work. That morning was not one of those mornings.  

That morning, in my sleepy haze I had hit snooze five times, instead of my usual once. By the time I came to my senses I was thirty-six minutes behind, throwing off my entire routine. I tore out of bed like a force of nature bent on destroying a city. A furious flurry of flying laundry, followed by a hair brush and hasty ponytail. By the time I pulled on my second boot and skipped tying it another five minutes had passed and I was forty-one minutes behind.

No time for coffee which is always the worst part of being late. I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door to my car. The keys felt different than usual in my hand, bulkier. When I looked down I noticed it, right there between my car key and mailbox key. A key I had never seen before. A small shiny copper colored key that had to my knowledge just shown up. I pushed the oddity of it from my head and grabbed at my car key. I was much too late to wonder about such a small thing right now.

I lived in the countryside a ways outside of the city which gave me a twenty-minute commute. On an average day it was one of the more enjoyable parts of my day. That day ten minutes into my drive I must have hit a nail because before I knew it, I was pulled over to the side of the road fifty-six minutes behind schedule. I stared at my passenger side front tire in defeat. By the time I got it changed I would be impossibly late. I took a deep breath and turned my back to lean against my car. I took in the open valley and the sun coming up over the distant mountain.

That’s when I saw the door. In the field, about fifteen yards directly in front of me sat a single green door and frame. It stood out in contrast to the tall yellow grass of the field and the purple cast of the mountains. What was a door doing just sitting out here? I couldn’t help but look around. The long lonely stretch of highway was devoid of anyone but me. I stared back at the door, my curious nature tugging on my imagination while my sense of responsibility told me I was now fifty-eight minutes late. I checked my watch, then out of the depths of my mind or my soul, I’m not sure which. A voice said ‘In two years you’ve never been late. Just go have a look.’

I traipsed through the open field, excited for no reason obvious to me. I stopped in front of the door and looked around again, wondering if someone might be watching me from a distance. The door stood alone, with no structure that might have need of a door. Just a bright forest green door with a dark chestnut door frame. I walked around it examining both sides, they seemed to be identical. It was so curious I had to smile in amusement. Who had placed it here and why. I assumed it was out of some sense of whimsy for people that drove the road every day. There weren't many explanations I could come up with.

I noticed the tiny copper colored circle in the door. A spyhole. I didn’t think too much about it when I pressed my face against the door to peer through it. If anyone was watching me from far out I’m sure the confusion on my face was priceless. Through the spyhole was a dark heavily wooded forest. I pulled my head back and grimaced. It must have simple been a trick, a joke for anyone that was crazy enough to walk all the way out to the random door in the field. I checked again, sure enough the forest was still there, I was positive just a picture placed over the back of the spyhole. Then to my shock a deer bounded across my view of the forest.

I grabbed the bright copper knob but the door didn’t budge. I took a few steps back, confused as ever. ‘Odd morning’ the deep down voice said again. It was an odd morning. There was that other odd thing this morning… I pulled my keys out of my pocket and flipped them over to find the small copper key. It slid into the lock with ease and before I turned it I considered leaving. I could just go back, change my tire and go. I was a contradiction of sensibility and curiosity. So I turned the key.

The knob made a click sound and was loosed from its locked state. I pushed the door open slowly. My adventurous heart only half expected to find my field on the other side.  My heart was not disappointed, the door opened completely silently to the dark forest. The smell of pine hit me along with the chill of the air. I walked through the doorway from the yellow dry field under my feet to the damp soil of the forest. Both places had been quiet but with the wind of the valley, the forest was eerily silent in comparison.

I looked back through the doorway and saw my car sitting on the side of the highway. Being late for work seemed far less important now. With the key back in my pocket I closed the door.

On this side the door was yellow with a pine frame but the copper spyhole and knob were the same. I looked through the spy hole and there was the field and my car in the distance. Delighted and curious I turned my attention to the forest now around me.

The deer I had seen had long since made off out of sight. I wondered at the trees and their sheer size. Thick, tall and numerous the trees were overpowering to say the least. They were so thick I couldn't see the sky through the tops of them, explaining why it was so dark.  I wondered what part of the world I was in. The trees weren’t completely unfamiliar but if someone were to ask me what kind they were I wouldn't know quite what to say.

I had only moved a small ways from the door when I saw a movement in the corner of my eyes. All was completely silent. I was sure I was the loudest thing in this forest. My quiet whisper felt like a yell in that stillness.

“Hello?” I waited for a response. Nothing. “I saw you.” I said this time a bit louder.

“If you continue to wonder, you might end up with more than you bargained for.” A low smooth male voice responded. I couldn't see the speaker and the forest carried his voice so I wasn't sure where exactly it came from. I could only assume it was near the vicinity I had seen the movement.

“And what kind of bargain might that be? Ambiguous forest voice…” I said as I craned my head to try and catch a glimpse of the speaker.  This time I heard soft movement coming slowly toward me as the voice spoke.

“The kind that would be difficult to explain back where you came from.” A black and gray wolf padded out of the forest into view, then sat tamely a distance away. “If you were ever to make it back.” The silky voice of the wolf finished.

 

 

Copyright 2016 JAMIE BURNS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The Conclusion

Start from the beginning Part 1

Part 11

The Conclusion.

By Jamie Burns

The years spent traveling through space were my best years. It was when I finally found who I was and where I was meant to be. The answers: April Norian and in the sky, out seeing the Universe. A nomadic life of new adventures, it was my perfect fit. Now I was feeling like the whole of the Galaxy was pulling me in as it’s own. I saw an innumerable amount of stars fill every bit of my vision. I was ready to accept the fate that I had been given by the cold hand of death, also known as Tom.

I was ready but I guess the galaxy didn’t want me like I thought.

 

Feeling returned to my limbs and I sensed cold metal under me. I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room that I had been in before. It was the galley of the Lamplight, and I could see Nathan fiddling with something in one hand at the counter. His other arm was in a messy bandage and sling, his shirt underneath still covered in his blood.   

“Hey bro…” My voice cut out. Pushing the words out felt excruciating.

Nathan flinched at hearing my voice. “Oh thank God. You’re awake” He said as he dropped whatever he had been holding and walked to the table beside me.

“Wha… happen..” I managed to force out.

“You should try not to talk.” Nathan instructed me as he brought me a cup of water in his good hand.

“You were passed out cold when I got to you but still breathing. The sounds of the gunshots must have drawn some attention because some of Cryton's men started to head back our way. When the Lamplight showed up without Clara I was sceptical but I didn’t have a lot of options.”  

“After we broke orbit and I wrapped up my arm, Lucinda told me who she was and about your plan. She said it didn’t go exactly right, but we’re all alive so I’ll take it. We aren’t sure what happened on Clara’s end. We are on our way to the rendezvous point to meet her and the Thestrious.” Nathan sat down and gently adjusted his poorly made sling.

We were on our way to the Thestrious. The thought made all the pain I was feeling in my body ebb. I took as deep a breath as I could muster and slowly exhaled it though my nose. I let my body relax and rest till I felt like I could sit up without passing out. Then I rested again.

 

Slowly with rests between most moves I was back up and moving freely. I worked on replacing Nathan’s hastily done bandages. Luckily the bullet had gone all the way through. I fixed him up with a clean shirt, clean bandage and a much more effective sling. I didn’t want Clara seeing him all covered in his own dried blood. As we finished up Lucina called over the intercom.  

“We have a visual of Clara and your ship, we’ll be docking in about 20 minutes.” She said.

Nathan and I made our way to the bridge. Nathan moved slower but I would have run if I could have managed.  I wanted to see her, The Thestrious. Was she still in the shape she had been in when we were forced to part? Had they cannibalized her? What kind of repairs would she need?  I wouldn’t feel totally at ease till I saw the damage.

I stumbled onto the bridge and Lucinda gave me a sideways glance. Like her sister, Lucinda was sometimes hard to read.

There in the distance was my Thestrious. Looking none too worse for the wear. Yes it looking like a few things were missing but I had prepared myself for much worse.

 

The Lamplight was docked and the air lock between the two ships opened. Clara was waiting on the other side for us. At the sight of Nathan you could see Clara’s body relax. She ran to him and then slowed and gently hugged him over his sling. Nathan pulled her in for a kiss and the contentment on their faces said all they needed to say.

After Clara and Nathan parted she walked over to me and threw her arms around me, I returned in kind.

“Thank God ya’ll are alright.” Clara said.

I smiled and wanted to say something similar but my throat still felt like I swallowed a bag of nails. I was using my words sparingly but I made a note in my head to tell her later how grateful I was. I made for the corridor, eager to walk the ship and see the state of things. Just before I stepped out of the room I heard Lucinda.

“Well Clara Bug, this is where we part again.” she said.

I turned and Lucinda was holding out her hand to shake Clara’s

“Come wait in the galley with us.” I rasped out.

“She’s not waiting for a ride April.”  Said Clara

“Your men aren't coming?” I asked.

“No need my ride’s right here.” Lucinda said and pointed a thumb over her shoulder toward the Lamplight.

My heart sank. The private conversation Lucinda and Clara had, the one where Clara convinced her to help us. She hadn't convinced her at all, she had payed her. Clara had traded her ship for my ship and Nathan’s life.  I knew that for the rest of our lives I would always feel indebted to her.

Clara pushed past Lucinda’s outstretched hand and hugged her. It was brief but fitting. Lucinda headed back toward the Lamplight and tossed a few sacks that had been laying by the door into the Thestrious.

“Here’s your things… and Clara never come back to this planet again.” Lucinda said and she closed the Lamplight’s air lock.

I closed the Thestriouse’s air lock and the light on the control panel switched to green. We felt a slight jar as the Lamplight broke free. I watched out the small window as the Lamplight grew smaller. I was sure Clara was devastated, but when I turned to look at her she was walking with Nathan back toward the corridor. Unconcerned about the arrangement and seemingly fully content with it’s outcome.

 

Over the next few days we made our way back from Exodus, making plans for the future. I asked Clara if she would be willing to stay on the Thestrious and act as my second in command. Technically I owed her a fortune, between the money I had promised at the start of the journey and her losing the Lamplight because of it, I would never be able to repay her. Clara didn’t seem to care much about my outstanding debt and happily accepted my offer.

Nathan asked if I would mind if he stayed as well, which I saw coming. I agreed, as long as we set ground rules about his gambling and that he would be required to start paying off all the debt he had laying around the galaxy. By the time we made it back to a civilized planet life on the Thestrious was starting to feel like the new normal.

I sat on the bridge alone in my large, soft cushioned pilot's chair. The sound of the engines whirring down and an electric hum in the air coming to a close. With a deep breath I could smell hints of oil and the leather of my chair, smells that remind me of my dad. Once again it was clear to me who I am and where I’m meant to be.

 

Copyright 2016 JAMIE BURNS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED