Today's #flashfiction #PoachingDragonEggs

“I'm not sure if this is my color.”

Gandalf the White* #quote

Watched a movie version of Flatland today. Flatland is one of my favorite stories. It's pretty entertaining and on one of the relatively short side. Look up it, it's a great read. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Poaching Dragon Eggs

        “You idiots! Now we're dead!” Qualon yelled at his thugs. Him and his ten thugs each flew on a their own magic carpet. He still wore the blue magic robes of his “glory days” as a high profile wizard before he became a criminal despite all his thugs wearing street clothes. He shaved his beard and head to try to look younger instead of letting his hair grow long and white. He didn't like the old sage look several wizards went for. He tricked himself into thinking he still had a shot at young women.

        “Maybe we should drop the eggs?” One of the thugs suggested.

         Qualon screamed at the thug like he would a dog that just relieved itself on the carpet. “And make them even madder. They're already after us because you woke them up. I told you to stay completely silent!” He hired the young thugs as muscle to intimidate people as he poached the eggs and get around the preserve and to fight lesser animals besides the dragons. Also he didn't have the muscle at his age to climb up to the nest. Dragons could smell magic so he couldn't use a magic carpet to get up there.

        The group lost one of the eggs as one of the dragons retrieved it, as well as killing a thug.

        “No...now there's definitely no room for error.” Qualon thought to himself. “Time for plan B.” He then threw the egg he was holding to one of the thugs under his employ. Then he jumped from his carpet and cast a spell on himself to reduce the impact of the fall to the ground to nothing. He then pulled out his cellphone (With twenty bars of reception thanks to magic) and called the authorities.  “Yes, there's some big trouble! Some poachers are riding on magic carpets and I think they stole some eggs from a family of dragons. They're being chased and the dragons look like they're going to rampage. I don't feel very safe at all, please send help!”

       Qualon lived to poach another day with the authorities stopping the dragons. But as he continued poaching that other day didn't lead to such luck. Even magic couldn't save his cellphone one day and his plan B failed and karma took care of the poacher. Well, it was more of an angry dragon's terrifying claws.