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Part LXIX: Rise of the Elder Dragon
Date: Yippah 24th, 114 A.U.
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Major Erklen threw himself under the barricade as flames shot forward in front of him, the flames intermixed with a green acid that dissolved a goblin behind him as flames shot through its body. Rolling over, Major Erklen thought fast. The elves had a dragon—a dragon of all things. And Major Erklen instantly knew that any chance they had was done. The elves had run them over. There was nothing to do but to retreat. Major Erklen reached for his horn. And then a voice came through on his walkie-talkie.
“Sir? Major Erklen, sir?”
“What? Is that you Flindle?”
“Yes, sir, Flindle it is, sir!” Flindle said wildly trying to control the Elder Dragon’s movements to keep it from destroying their forces and keep it focused on taking out the elves.
“What do you want?!” Major Erklen yelled. “In case your air fleet haven’t noticed, we have a freakin’ dragon assaulting our forces. We can’t compete with both the elves and their dragon! I’m about to call a retreat.”
“Yes sir, know of the dragon I do, Major Erklen, sir,” Flindle said. “I am on the dragon—on the dragon I am, sir! Found it have I and control it—control it I have, sir! I am still trying to maneuver it, but we will attack the elves—attack the elves I will try, sir! Don’t call a retreat yet! Win the battle yet I might!”
Major Erklen put the walkie-talkie down as he looked up to gaze with astonishment at the dragon wildly flying around as it spewed its rain of acid and flame—increasingly growing to be more acid and less flame—over the forest as it began to dawn on him. Flindle was controlling a dragon. The universe had seen strange things. But none quite as strange as this one. Even his dreams weren’t as paradoxical as this. Major Erklen pinched himself and felt pain. No, not even his dreams were as wild as having Flindle tame a dragon.
“Ahhhhh!” Flindle gave a cry as the dragon dove. He pulled up on the dragon’s ears, forcing the dragon to move up toward one of the elven airships. The dragon gave a roar and spat out acid, now only mingled with a small amount of fire, as it flew toward the ship. The acid burned through the elven attack ship as the dragon rose up to smash into the bottom of the ship. Its tail swung around to wrap around it as its claws scratched it, as if trying to pry open a nut to get at the sweet fruit inside.
Guns began blazing from elves shooting with their guns out of the airship but the bullets just ricocheted off of its scales. The dragon roared and moved up, spitting acid through the windows as elves inside clutched their faces. The acid burned the metal as the dragon’s tail smashed into the front of the ship, disabling the elven airship which finally collapsed, breaking in two as the dragon flew up, spitting acid and flying down to munch the screaming elves in its mouth before moving back up, Flindle scrambling to control it again, as it came face-to-face with the elves bearing in on it.
Three helicopters, guns at the sides, formed a triad as they bore in on the dragon, as if hoping to keep it from taking out the rest of their air force. Guns began blazing, enraging the Elder Dragon, and Flindle gave a sigh of relief as he went lax on the Elder Dragon’s ears, knowing that the Elder Dragon’s primal instincts would lead him to do just what Flindle wanted to do.
The Elder Dragon dove, and then came up, smashing into one of the helicopters and tilting it upwards in the air as its tail came around, smashing the rotary blades and wrapping his body around the helicopter, breaking it in on itself as Flindle struggled to hold on, nervously watching the bullets blazing around him.
Finishing off the helicopter, the Elder Dragon instantly moved to the next one, spitting out acid that burned through the central part of the helicopter’s blades. As if it already understood how the helicopters work, the Elder Dragon flew around to engage the last one, as the other helicopter fell behind them. The Elder Dragon made short work of the last helicopter.
Major Erklen watched in amazement as the Elder Dragon finished taking out the helicopters before turning and swooping down toward the goblin defenses, now nearly swarmed by elves as they were doing everything they could in keeping the elves from gaining over half of the plateau.
“Get down!” Flindle’s voice came crackling through the walkie-talkie. “I’m going to scourge the plateau of the elves.”
“MOVE!” Major Erklen yelled, blowing his horn. “Retreat!!” The goblins scattered as Erklen saw the Elder Dragon banking around a curve to come straight-on at the other side of the plateau. Major Erklen ran towards their pre-determined escape route.
Acid sprayed behind him, the elves screaming and running as the dragon flew low across the Plateau, snapping at the elves and decimating their ranks before rising up and turning around before going back for another bout, taking out any of the remaining elves before going back up into the air to engage the other elven attack ships. Major Erklen watched the Elder Dragon attack the head air ship and then reached in his pocket. It was high time that Lord Freglak was alerted of the news of the sudden development.
“It’s over.” The priest slapped a copy of the most recent newspaper before High Priest Jaine.
“I know, you blasted fool.” Jaine stood up, slamming his dagger down upon the headline of the front page, highlighting the sudden defeat of the elves. “All of our protests against the Elder Dragon look ridiculous now.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Nothing.” Jaine gritted his teeth as he glared at his subordinate priest. “Don’t you see?! We’ve lost. Freglak blasted us in his speech to the people about his victory over the elves. We played in this game of diplomacy and we’ve lost. There’s no sense calling it anything else. Our stock is defeated. Lord Freglak has won.”
“We’re going to obey him, then.”
“Oh no.” Jaine shook his head as he opened his mouth. “We have been defeated. But we have not been destroyed. Freglak may have won. But he will still be brought to fear the edge of a dagger. He may have won. But he will certainly learn to feel our bite.”
Part LXIX: Rise of the Elder Dragon
Date: Yippah 24th, 114 A.U.
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Major Erklen threw himself under the barricade as flames shot forward in front of him, the flames intermixed with a green acid that dissolved a goblin behind him as flames shot through its body. Rolling over, Major Erklen thought fast. The elves had a dragon—a dragon of all things. And Major Erklen instantly knew that any chance they had was done. The elves had run them over. There was nothing to do but to retreat. Major Erklen reached for his horn. And then a voice came through on his walkie-talkie.
“Sir? Major Erklen, sir?”
“What? Is that you Flindle?”
“Yes, sir, Flindle it is, sir!” Flindle said wildly trying to control the Elder Dragon’s movements to keep it from destroying their forces and keep it focused on taking out the elves.
“What do you want?!” Major Erklen yelled. “In case your air fleet haven’t noticed, we have a freakin’ dragon assaulting our forces. We can’t compete with both the elves and their dragon! I’m about to call a retreat.”
“Yes sir, know of the dragon I do, Major Erklen, sir,” Flindle said. “I am on the dragon—on the dragon I am, sir! Found it have I and control it—control it I have, sir! I am still trying to maneuver it, but we will attack the elves—attack the elves I will try, sir! Don’t call a retreat yet! Win the battle yet I might!”
Major Erklen put the walkie-talkie down as he looked up to gaze with astonishment at the dragon wildly flying around as it spewed its rain of acid and flame—increasingly growing to be more acid and less flame—over the forest as it began to dawn on him. Flindle was controlling a dragon. The universe had seen strange things. But none quite as strange as this one. Even his dreams weren’t as paradoxical as this. Major Erklen pinched himself and felt pain. No, not even his dreams were as wild as having Flindle tame a dragon.
“Ahhhhh!” Flindle gave a cry as the dragon dove. He pulled up on the dragon’s ears, forcing the dragon to move up toward one of the elven airships. The dragon gave a roar and spat out acid, now only mingled with a small amount of fire, as it flew toward the ship. The acid burned through the elven attack ship as the dragon rose up to smash into the bottom of the ship. Its tail swung around to wrap around it as its claws scratched it, as if trying to pry open a nut to get at the sweet fruit inside.
Guns began blazing from elves shooting with their guns out of the airship but the bullets just ricocheted off of its scales. The dragon roared and moved up, spitting acid through the windows as elves inside clutched their faces. The acid burned the metal as the dragon’s tail smashed into the front of the ship, disabling the elven airship which finally collapsed, breaking in two as the dragon flew up, spitting acid and flying down to munch the screaming elves in its mouth before moving back up, Flindle scrambling to control it again, as it came face-to-face with the elves bearing in on it.
Three helicopters, guns at the sides, formed a triad as they bore in on the dragon, as if hoping to keep it from taking out the rest of their air force. Guns began blazing, enraging the Elder Dragon, and Flindle gave a sigh of relief as he went lax on the Elder Dragon’s ears, knowing that the Elder Dragon’s primal instincts would lead him to do just what Flindle wanted to do.
The Elder Dragon dove, and then came up, smashing into one of the helicopters and tilting it upwards in the air as its tail came around, smashing the rotary blades and wrapping his body around the helicopter, breaking it in on itself as Flindle struggled to hold on, nervously watching the bullets blazing around him.
Finishing off the helicopter, the Elder Dragon instantly moved to the next one, spitting out acid that burned through the central part of the helicopter’s blades. As if it already understood how the helicopters work, the Elder Dragon flew around to engage the last one, as the other helicopter fell behind them. The Elder Dragon made short work of the last helicopter.
Major Erklen watched in amazement as the Elder Dragon finished taking out the helicopters before turning and swooping down toward the goblin defenses, now nearly swarmed by elves as they were doing everything they could in keeping the elves from gaining over half of the plateau.
“Get down!” Flindle’s voice came crackling through the walkie-talkie. “I’m going to scourge the plateau of the elves.”
“MOVE!” Major Erklen yelled, blowing his horn. “Retreat!!” The goblins scattered as Erklen saw the Elder Dragon banking around a curve to come straight-on at the other side of the plateau. Major Erklen ran towards their pre-determined escape route.
Acid sprayed behind him, the elves screaming and running as the dragon flew low across the Plateau, snapping at the elves and decimating their ranks before rising up and turning around before going back for another bout, taking out any of the remaining elves before going back up into the air to engage the other elven attack ships. Major Erklen watched the Elder Dragon attack the head air ship and then reached in his pocket. It was high time that Lord Freglak was alerted of the news of the sudden development.
“It’s over.” The priest slapped a copy of the most recent newspaper before High Priest Jaine.
“I know, you blasted fool.” Jaine stood up, slamming his dagger down upon the headline of the front page, highlighting the sudden defeat of the elves. “All of our protests against the Elder Dragon look ridiculous now.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Nothing.” Jaine gritted his teeth as he glared at his subordinate priest. “Don’t you see?! We’ve lost. Freglak blasted us in his speech to the people about his victory over the elves. We played in this game of diplomacy and we’ve lost. There’s no sense calling it anything else. Our stock is defeated. Lord Freglak has won.”
“We’re going to obey him, then.”
“Oh no.” Jaine shook his head as he opened his mouth. “We have been defeated. But we have not been destroyed. Freglak may have won. But he will still be brought to fear the edge of a dagger. He may have won. But he will certainly learn to feel our bite.”
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