Dragon Drums…

The Dragons, they’re flying, breathing death overall
as Dragon Drums cease to hold them in thrall.
Long aeons they sought for an ending to pain
disavowing cruel bondage
of a race they disdain.

The Dragons are flying, seeking return of their gold
’twas plundered with avarice,  every piece sold
‘twill serve thee to listen,  find every last trace
or has thy heart been transformed
a golden effigy in place.

The Dragons are flying, they come seeking blood
cease beating the Drums, ’twill do thee no good.
Shackles are broken, ’tis vengeance they crave
they come in their thousands,
the human race to enslave
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LadyP©2013

 

 

Disclaimer

Fyrespike, denies any knowledge of above attack, and thereby In no event shall he be liable for any incidental, indirect, consequential or special damages of any kind, or any damages whatsoever, including, without limitation, those resulting from loss of profit, loss of contracts, goodwill, data, information, income, expected savings or business relationships, whether or not advised of the possibility of such damage, arising out of or in connection with the aforementioned slavery of humans.  So,… that’s alright then?

There Be (Baby) Dragons….

I clung on in desperation as we travelled through the cool and misty tunnel of transportation, Fyrespike seemed in a desperate hurry, which didn’t bode well and I wondered what was troubling my friend.  I was soon to find out. The two little demons  um… babies were leading their mother (Kalaseru) father (Fyrespike) and Grandfather (Gregoryk) a merry dance. It soon transpired that none of them were getting any sleep since the two eggs had hatched 3 months ago and from the three Dragons expressions,  they seemed to feel it’d been 3 long years instead… (but I’m getting ahead of myself here… lets take a small step back in time…) 

∏  Ancient Scrolls of The Dragonic Period/

Kalaseru….

I was so deep in thought when the Director put his head around my office door saying “It’s ok Pen, we’re just testing the fire alarm,” that I didn’t really take any notice,  just went back to staring at the set of figures which wouldn’t add up and sighed, thinking, “Shame it couldn’t be a real alarm, then I could have a rest from this mind twister” and no sooner thought than done.  There was a smell of smoke outside my door, people were quickly hurrying down to their allotted fire wardens and in a quick and orderly manner were exiting the building, although I hadn’t noticed any of this, I was tied up mind wise, but suddenly ‘Are you coming or not?’ queried a voice I hadn’t heard before, female but with a sort of deep gravelly but sexy undertone.  ‘You know my mate Fyrespike’ she offered to my scattering thoughts, ‘ he wanted me to come and introduce myself,  I’m Kalaseru,’ and with that sudden announcement in dramatic tones, (I almost expected a drum roll)  a large Red Dragon appeared.   I gulped, then proffered a hastily stitched together smile,  and coughed  (the smoke you know?).   Then, as she looked at my strange frozen expression with a sly gleam in her gorgeous blue eyes,  (such a shade of deep blue that I found myself almost mesmerised) I tried to put together a sentence through a mouth that had suddenly dried and finally succeeded in pulling my tongue from the roof of my mouth, offering ‘Um … hello, Fyrespike did say you’d drop by but never said exactly when’  to which she responded with a hearty roar of laughter, making smoke roll forth up to the ceiling and a small flash of flame leap out and set fire to the plastic on my stapler.    I hastily grabbed my paperwork and fanned the flames only making things worse, and my stapler just simply half melted.  Strange how such a little thing could make such a mess I thought to myself, as it almost stuck to the table and then dripped steadily onto the hardwood floor.  ‘Um, is Fyrespike dropping by?’ I added, which stopped her laughter stone cold, and her gaze hardened, ‘I don’t think he’ll be dropping by ever again. Our agreement for mate-ship has a clause banning contact with mortals.’   I stared worriedly at her large Red Dragon face, and the bared teeth and fangs she was suddenly proffering to me in the travesty of a human type smile. ‘Surely my friendship with Fyrespike isn’t a problem?  He’s been such a help to me and his continued support would be something I’d be grateful for, and of course you too, Kalaseru.” I weakly tried to smile “Since the Meeting of Souls I’ve felt as if we three had a bond to share’  as I thoughtlessly added this rider, I felt the air suddenly thrum with danger.  Too late I remembered Fyrespike’s warning about not sharing our ‘meeting’ souls wise,  as it was against any agreement he’d had with his mate.  … The atmosphere suddenly thinned, and I found myself hanging in mid-air outside my office window, staring down at my work mates grouped in the fire alarm position in the Car Park….

 

to be continued…

LadyP © 2011

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Story 1/A Dragons Tale

Story 2/Meeting of Souls

Story 3/Meeting of Souls  part2/

Life Sentence?….

I sat, eyes closed sighing wearily,
running an index finger down my brow,
Wishing the whole boring meeting over
Wishing I was anywhere else right now.
As the low hum of voices grew fainter
and my senses seemed suddenly to sway
I shook my head side to side to clear it
as a man’s voice boomed out to say

“Accused, do you have any last words
before your sentence is duly declared?”
causing my shocked eyes to fly wide open
staring at a Court Judge, nostrils flared.
On his bewigged head sat a black square,
eyeing me his intent seemed very clear
he was announcing my death sentence
I was guilty of a serious crime I fear.

In the dock I stood, legs trembling,
whilst staring about and feeling quite ill
thinking surely I must have time travelled
for the response of my death seemed to thrill.
The full court was readying for the next case
ignoring me as I stood totally struck dumb
by seeing the Judge, his hand to his mouth
begin to suck noisily on his left thumb.

Suddenly,  a *cough * right behind me
and quickly I swung my head about
as there ‘he’ stood as large as life itself
Fyrespike choking on his red pipe spout.
I felt thankful tears suddenly gather,
mixed with sheer relief I hasten to say
and then Fyrespike said the words to me
I’ll always recall ‘til my last living day.

“Be ever careful what you wish for,
Lady Pen, please take heed of me
there are more things in this life
that are dangerous, you see?”
As I nodded he continued
waving his pipe here and there
“Just accept your lot in this life
be thankful your world is so fair.
In the past every life was held cheaply
their terrible lives were so full of woe.
Now, if you’ve finally learned your lesson
I think it’s well past time for us to go”

There was a flash and a second of silence
then suddenly voices were murmuring around
I was back in my financial company meeting
headache gone, I was here, safe and sound.

LadyP © 2011

Meeting of Souls….Part 2

“Yes,”  Fyrespike repeated,  “it’s funny you should think that Lady Pen,  welcome to my idea of Hell,  or my Cave to be exact”  At this I finally had the nerve to open my eyes and stare about the most untidy looking, acrid and foul smelling cave I have ever had the misfortune to visit… ‘Why on earth have you brought me here Fyrespike?” I queried in horror, “If you think for one minute I’m going to clean up this mess and … for goodness sake” I added, waving my hand under my poor nose “there’s surely no air freshener in any existence that’d mask this foul odour” … He coughed, not his usual smoky cough, but a red faced slightly embarrassed one and sheepishly offered the opinion “It’s not that bad is it?”  My eyes were streaming, I could feel my eye liner giving up the ghost and joining the tears sliding their way hastily down my cheek. My hair was being affected too, the straight bob I sported (with the help of hair straighteners and gel) had become a curly festooned mop just sitting on my head, leaving me with the feeling I’d give Coco the Clown a run for his money!!   “Why are we here?” I finally thought to ask.   He waved his pipe in response, growled something unintelligible and suddenly the whole Cave was transformed into a clean, fresh sparkling and most of all empty but tidy place you’d be happy to show your own Mother on a surprise visit!! 

“Well why on earth hadn’t you thought to do that before ?”   I asked in amazement and he coughed again, before admitting “Since my Mate left, I’ve just let things slide a bit”  and I thought “A bit?”  though instantly felt slightly ashamed, very sympathetic and totally in the wrong. “Why did she leave?” I couldn’t help asking, and he settled himself down on a pile of very large and extremely comfortable looking cushions which suddenly appeared out of  thin air and I glanced about for my seat, but nothing else materialised.  I coughed sharply, earning his sly gaze upon me,  although his eyes were lightly twinkling, then the little red pipe made smoky motions in the air and next to me there appeared a large Chaise Longue, bright red with dark oak legs.  “How lovely “ I thought, until I tried to sit  myself comfortably and only succeeded in falling off the end. Finally, under his very amused stare, I laid myself full length like a sacrificial offering and waited for him to continue his story about his mate…

“Her name is Kalaseru, and the most beautiful of Red Dragons,” he softly  answered, then paused a second or two to ponder, and finally continued “She left me as I wouldn’t finish my Quest to find the Well of Water Magic,” At this statement my ears almost twitched and my heart plummeted, as I suddenly realised what he wanted of me.  On one of our many adventures he’d touched upon this quest and how he needed a mortal to aid him. Apparently I was that very mortal and my time of helping him had come. “What does this Quest entail” I asked calmly, knowing I couldn’t and therefore wouldn’t let him down, not Fyrespike,  not my friend in need.  “Go on” I encouraged him, while twisting round on my stomach, finding this was a slightly more comfortable but alas a less dignified position on the chaise longue,  and he smiled in response to my tone and predicament, continuing,  “I need your help Lady Pen, to call a Meeting of Souls, and thus enable the Well of Water Magic to come into existence, then all I need to do is drink from the Well, and my magic will henceforth include the rule over Water, and my mate Kalaseru, can combine her magic lore with mine and we shall be complete.” At my raised questioning eyebrow, he sighed heavily and answered “By which I mean, we can mate and produce offspring”  Of course my heart melted and straight away before I could stop myself I’d asked the question “What do I need to do?”

 
He laughed. Really and truly belly laughed and then coughed so deeply that I thought the Chaise Longue was an danger of combusting into fire-filled life and me with it, so I jumped up hastily and queried after his health!  “No, honestly I’m  fine, Lady Pen, just feeling happy and ready to start.”   With this comment his pipe was again in use, swirling about as if it had a smoky life of it’s own, by drawing so many pictures in the air that my human eyes couldn’t keep up.  I felt so dizzy that I failed to notice we’d been picked up and gently deposited at an Oasis in a Desert. Which one, dear reader?  Who knows, it may not even be of this Earth, and I was disinclined to ask as my mind was on the task before me. “What do I do?” I repeated slightly less calmly than before. “Well, first of all just take a deep calming breath, and secondly put your right hand Index Finger here…”  I looked to see where his pipe was pointing and there was, of all things, a key hole shape in the base of the nearest Palm Tree, and I hesitated a second, glanced at his Dragon face, and thought “What the heck?” and offered my Index Finger to the said hole… What happened next? Why the Meeting of Souls of course,  which was his soul and mine joining together with a flash of colours so bright my eyes hurt like ….um..Hell.  Suddenly with a clamouring sound, the colours abruptly faded and there before us appeared a magnificent Well,  decorated with so many Runes that not a single stone was to be seen, just the integrated scripts written by long gone souls through aeons of magical and mystical learning.  I caught my breath at the beauty of it, and Fyrespike cast his head back and roared as I’d never heard before. He was on the threshold of his next magic Level, and his mate would be his for the rest of their long-lived lives.  He shuffled forward, bent his head and partook of what looked like sweet, tasting ambrosial water. But his face twisted in agony, and before I could move aside he’d turned and spat it out drenching me,  “What on Earth”  I spluttered, but thankfully he laughed, and tried again to drink the water. This time able to swallow the foul tasting stuff.  He trumpeted a bugling, musical sound, flew straight into the air and revolved around for about two long seeming lifetime minutes.  At last the sound stopped and all was quiet again. He landed next to me and held out a claw, ever so lightly touching my cheek, whilst intoning  “I am Fyrespike, forever thy friend, whenever thou hast need of me, I will attend… Thus speaks Fyrespike, Green Dragon, Master of Air, Earth and now Water…”

And that my friends is how I spent my time at The Meeting of Souls…. Helping Fyrespike to attain his next level of Magic and regain his mate for life…I hope you enjoyed the story… I will be continuing the saga, telling how I meet with Kalaseru….The most challenging of female Red Dragons…

LadyP © 2011