Fireproof - Chapter Five: How To Find A Dragon's Den

 

"Um, sir...What exactly are we, erm, doing here?'
I ignored the solider, for I had sighted a rocky cliff.
'Sir, you're not going to jump off the cliff, are you-'
I cupped my hands to my mouth, and howled like a wolf.
"ARRRRRROOOOOAAAAAHHHHHH!'
'What- was that, sir?'
'Night Fury call.'
'Oh, right. Of course, as you're the "Dragon Master" you know your dragon calls-'
'SHUT UP!' I screamed at him.
'Sorry, sir. It won't happen again, sir-'
I knocked him to the ground with my one, still intact, hand.
I grabbed the flare from my mouth, and waved it about, walking forwards slightly.
I growled.
'The den is close...'
'H-how close, sir?' the solider who had now recovered, and got up, questioned.
'You will find out...' I snarled, grabbing him, and another solider, by the backs of their furs, and pushing them roughly into a cave.
They turned to me at the entrance, whining about how scared they were.
'You can face death, for refusal, from me, or you can face death from the Night Fury that is in there. Your choice.'

Fireproof - Chapter Six: "You're mine now..."

 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
A scream, coming from the cave, interrupted the grim silence.
Suddenly, the two soldiers came running out. I grabbed them by their furs as they were speeding by.
"WHAT IS IT?!' I screamed into their faces.
'N-night...F-fury...' one of them stammered. The other was gibbering incomprehensibly.
I dropped them both, and started walking towards the den.
'Oh no, sir, no...It's huge...You'll get yourself killed...'
'Are you doubting that I cannot tame this beast...?'
'No, of course not, sir...That would be suicidal....'
'Oh, good. Because some people may think that you were suggesting that. Anyway, I have no time for you now. I have a Night Fury to tame...'
I continued walking, and then turned around to the soldier.
'Any objections...?'
He did not answer.
Eventually, I reached the cave, and roared into it.
This is my cave now!
The Night Fury roared back, and suddenly, I saw a black shape running towards me. I waited until it had almost reached me, and then stepped out of the way. The Night Fury was unable to stop in time, and as it was going past, the end of my staff ripped the velvety, sleek black scales of the cheek.
The dragon howled in pain, and whipped it's head around. The amber eyes turned to slits as it saw the blood on my staff.
My blood... it hissed.
It crept towards me, with all the stealth and grace of a panther. It knew I could not get away now.
Or could I?
Lesser humans would have been frozen to the spot with fear, but I hooked my staff around it's neck before it knew what was happening.
To my men, I said,
'Take anything you can find, but the Night Fury is mine!'
I turned back to the dragon.
'You hear that? Mine. You belong to Drago Bludvist now, Night Fury...'