On the first day of Ficmas...
... jelazakazone gave to me: the prompt 'Mordred meets a dragon'. ;)
The dragon stared down at him.
Mordred stared back.
“Greetings, Sir Mordred.” The creature’s voice was strangely inscrutable, given its size. There was no menace in it, merely… curiosity, wariness… resignation?
“Lord Dragon.” Mordred struggled to make his voice be louder than an awed whisper. Dragons were thought to be gone, among the many victims of Uther’s holocaust, and he’d been certain that Morgana’s dragon was the only one left, that poor, crippled beast. But here was another, one far older, far wiser.
The tales he’d heard as a boy often spoke of the wisdom of the dragons… what insights could this creature have? What knowledge could he share? Mordred wished he could ask, but none but the Dragonlords could have the knowledge of the dragons.
Likely yet another resource that Emrys no doubt refuses to utilize, Mordred thought bitterly. Why did the Goddess give the warlock such gifts, only for him to never make use of them? It was such a waste…
“Your misconceptions will be your downfall, young knight.”
And for anyone else interested, there are still several more days available. :)
The dragon stared down at him.
Mordred stared back.
“Greetings, Sir Mordred.” The creature’s voice was strangely inscrutable, given its size. There was no menace in it, merely… curiosity, wariness… resignation?
“Lord Dragon.” Mordred struggled to make his voice be louder than an awed whisper. Dragons were thought to be gone, among the many victims of Uther’s holocaust, and he’d been certain that Morgana’s dragon was the only one left, that poor, crippled beast. But here was another, one far older, far wiser.
The tales he’d heard as a boy often spoke of the wisdom of the dragons… what insights could this creature have? What knowledge could he share? Mordred wished he could ask, but none but the Dragonlords could have the knowledge of the dragons.
Likely yet another resource that Emrys no doubt refuses to utilize, Mordred thought bitterly. Why did the Goddess give the warlock such gifts, only for him to never make use of them? It was such a waste…
“Your misconceptions will be your downfall, young knight.”
And for anyone else interested, there are still several more days available. :)