A dragons return
A Dragon's Conquest.
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of coloured ribbon.
Napoleon Bonaparte
Introduction
The ship rocked from side to side, terrible howling winds blew and shouted their angry cries. Great foamy waters swept the boat from side to side as lighting struck above. A dark mass of clouds, with no end in any direction engulfed the Galleon in near darkness. The men aboard, humans ran from side to side of the ship, whether to keep it from tipping or just to carry out their duties, not even the captain knew.
A family of small dragons huddled on deck, wrapped in robes of Blue cotton to keep the cold out. The father, roughly six foot in height had black scales, with blood red streaks in seemingly random areas, but wholly symmetrical on the other side, was busy trying to keep the sails from ripping even though he was not a sailor; rather, he was the owner of the ship. He had paid the Captain to transport them to Isla Suno, a land with kingdoms and earls duelling out for power. He was a lord there, a great title for a non human, in a racist world. The family of three, the father, mother and teenage son were on their way back from their homeland after finishing the rights of adulthood.
When it seemed the boat was going to be alright, a huge wave twenty feet in height just aboard the ship itself, crashed into the port side of the vessel. The mother, teenage son and many crewmen were swept overboard...
...Lungs gasping, fiery pain down my left side, my hands search frantically above, knowing there was no hope for rescue but desperation clung to me like flies around a corpse. As I relaxed, my vision little more than various shades of red and blue, I was about to accept the churning depths into my lungs and finish my misery when I felt a numbness grip my hand. I felt like I was soaring upwards at a great speed.
"Hmm, so this is what death feels like." I thought.
I knew I was dead, I could only be, right?
Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze on my scales, a great pressure lifted away, and my lungs had oxygen forced into them.
Coughing and spluttering, water being forced out of my windpipe, I lay down, exhausted. I realised, I was on debris from the ship.
Turning over, pain exploded through my left side as I breathed in, I slowed it down, a mixture of pain and pleasure at being able to breath properly again. Forcing my eyes open, I saw that the dark storm clouds had passed. The waves were little more than ripples and the cries of seagulls sounded through the air. Looking around, I saw my saviour, one of the sailors, a young man of around twenty with dark brown hair, he was fairly small, with small hands and quick eyes that seemed to be able to take in everything at once. He was thin and not very muscled. He wore a white cotton strip, with a blue bandana around his head like most mercenary sailors, it was probably his first voyage, and also, likely to be his last.
As I shifted into a more comfortable position to relive my tail prodding me in my back, he turned his head to me, and stared at me.
"You'se al'right?" He said in an accent that didn't show much intelligence.
"Huh?" "Me? Yeah I'm ok I guess." I replied, though I felt like I had just been battered by a horse.
"Good." Was all he said, and he looked back to the horizon.
"Lands abet to e're east side over there." He said pointing. "We'll make it d'er by Dusk I thinks."
I looked to where he pointed and saw that he was correct. Then I remembered that we were heading north, back to Isla Suno, so heading east was out of the question.
"We have to go north, with the ship right?" I asked
He laughed an ugly sound, and I saw his throat had a scare across the side.
"You'n can't control the wind me boy, we'se getting blown eastwards see?"
I realised that was true, and shut up.
He laughed some more, "don't worry lad, you'll get home eventually." "I thought I could control ta wind myself when I was a young'un as well."
I felt down my left side, were pain still felt, and found a lump on my side.
"Could you take a look at this?" I asked pointing to the lump . He touched the area, poked and prodded the lump and said: "I'm no doctor, but I think you's has a broken rib." He said with a frown.
"I think its just bruised, or I'd have trouble breathing, right?" I asked worried.
He shrugged and stared eastwards. I lay my hand down and covered my eyes with my right arm, and drifted into a cold, miserable sleep.
I woke to find it was night, and I was on sand. I sat up and saw the sailor huddled over a small fire. Shivering, I realised how cold it was, an icy breeze came in from the sea, chilling me to my bones. I crawled over to it, relishing in its warmth. I asked the sailor, "What happened to the boat?"
He replied "A storm is what happened to ye." Not looking at me. He looked into the distance and grumbled "That's gotten be the biggest storm I've ever seen. Damn near blow the ship 'n crew ta pieces."
Ignoring him, I curled into a ball and tried to get to sleep again, with the warmth of the fire attacking the cold out of me, I drifted into a more relaxed state, and then sleep. We were soon about to head into the wild, ready to take back what was mine, and to find my father and mother.
This was done on Microsoft word. I know it's not perfect but there is more to it.
DiamondWolf
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