“Live long and prosper.”
Dracula* #quote
Today I found out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a
tootsie pop. The answer? Too many. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Dragon And The Good Old Days
“Get offa my lawn you humans!” The dragon roared, waving his
cane, his massive beard falling twenty feet from his chin to the
ground. The fat lizard flapped its wings to batter the humans with
waves of wind. Each yell came with a small wisp of fire at the end of
his forked purple tongue. His red scales tensed up stiff as rubies.
The humans in question were two grad students at a nearby college
named Tom and Sally. They came to the dragons castle to interview him
for their class on sentient magical creatures. Tom pulled out a pen
and clipboard with a sheet of paper on it. “Please sir, we merely
wish to interview you.”
The dragon squinted at them. “Is that supposed to be your sword
and shield! Why back in the days of my youth knights had decent
equipment!”
“This is a pen,” Tom explained. Sally was far more nervous than
Tom, she'd never been around a dragon before or any sentient magical
creature, but Tom grew up around magical scientists. When Tom entered
college he wanted to follow his family footsteps while Sally wanted
to explore a part of the world she wasn't familiar with in her rural
community. She only saw magic on TV.
“What kind of pen is that? It looks nothing like a feather! And what kind of garments are you
wearing?” The dragon yelled confused looking at their t-shirts.
“And since when did women ever become knights?”
Tom groaned, “We're not knights. We're just here to talk to you.”
The dragon roared and stamped his feet, “That's what the
adventurers who try to steal my treasure always say! I oughta roast
you to the bone!” Sally just watched the dialouge between Tom and
the dragon silently. The dragon reminded her of something, but she
couldn't place it. The dragon's intimidating form distracted her too
much.
“Please sir, calm down.”
The dragon roared again. “Calm down!? You knights come to my
castle to slay me and you ask me to calm down? Or are you adventures
to steal my treasure? I dunno! At least back in my day I could tell
what you humans were up to based on how you wore your stupid
fashions!”
Sally then realized what the dragon reminded her of and her fear
vanished. The dragon was practically a lizard clone of the old man
that lived across the street from her, Mr. Littlewood.
Sally then pointed at the dragon. “Hey listen up scales! Let me
put this in words you'll understand. We're knights all right. But the
only treasure we want is information. Not whatever gold or trinkets
in that castle you call a home. And the information is whatever
stories or facts about you that come with our interview.”
The dragon paused to think for a moment. Then grinned. “You want
to listen to me? My grand kids never listen to all my stories! They
say I ramble for hours on end! You better go fetch more paper to go
along with that pen. So where do I start...”
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