Friday, April 26, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday





The Dragon's Curse
by Donna L Martin



"Tis foolishness to be here," Amari whispered as she grabbed a low hanging branch and pulled herself up to the ledge beside Cerelic.

"Aye, but tis more foolish to have the others defenseless against the beast," Cerelic replied for what seemed like the hundredth time.

The two had argued the same point ever since they left the village in the morning mist and now, hours later, the midday sun shone above the tree tops as they inched their way toward the cave's entrance.

"Do you still have the wolfbane powder?" Amari asked again.  

Cerelic looked at her, his irritation beginning to show as he removed the pouch from his tunic and thrust it toward her.  "You hold it if you think me not trustworthy," he hissed.

Amari looked down at the pouch, knowing she would not take it, when the hair on the back of her neck prickled a warning danger was near.  Glancing above the cave's entrance, she saw the claws first.  Long and razor sharp, they clung to the edge as wings flexed and expanded until the sun hung in the shadows of the beast's wingspan.  

Cerelic saw the fear growing in Amari's eyes and tightened his grip on the pouch.  "Don't move. The beast can't find you if you are still.  We just need to use the powder and all will be well."

Suddenly a high pitched screech shattered the quiet as wings beat against the tree tops and a ball of fire shot across the cave entrance toward the two crouched in fear...


***Okay, it's your turn!  What happens next?  Can the beast be stopped?  will Amari and Cerelic make it out alive?  Put your creative cap on and add a sentence or add a paragraph.  Continue my story or start one of your own.  Join the fun and see where this picture prompt takes us!***


19 comments:

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    1. Hi Cheryl! Thanks, but don't you want to join in and let me know what happens next...;~)

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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    2. Ha Ha! Somehow I knew you were going to suggest that. :-)

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  2. As ye sainted mother would say, "Sla'inte! Go raibh maith agat!"
    Actually, she would say "You must be ARSH."
    Cheers! Thank You!

    Now, someone, finish the story.

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    1. Lol, Janet...mother would have laughed at that one...;~)

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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    2. Sla'inte! Go raibh maith agat!

      ( Cheers! Thank you!)

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  3. The beast hovered in front of the cave entrance, watching the two trapped inside. It reared its head back triumphantly, as if to take a breath for another blast of flame.

    Suddenly, it cocked its head sideways, and its thoughts, while silent, wrapped around the two who were frozen in fear, like an echo in a canyon.

    "Amari?" it thought, one golden eye focusing on the huddled, terrified humans.

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    1. Hi Kimmery and welcome to my blog! What a lovely addition to this story...I wonder how Amari and the beast know each other?

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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    1. Hi Erik! That's okay...you can just sit back and enjoy what others may create...;~)

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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    1. Amari heard the familiar voice in her thoughts. "Dacamar?" she spoke out loud.

      The dragon dropped down and peered into the cave with its fire opal eye.

      Fear released its grip on Amari. In three strides, she lunged out of the cave and leaped onto the dragon's back. She clung to its neck, tears flowing down her face. "I thought you were dead!"

      Memories of their last encounter flooded her mind. She shuddered. She could still see the motionless body of Dacamar with his wings outstretched, bound to the tree trunks by thick ropes. The villagers surrounded him, waving their flaming torches, cheering at his defeat.

      Amari's heart had nearly burst with grief when she had no choice but to leave him behind. She leaned toward his ear and whispered, "How did you survive?"

      He chuckled, nearly vibrating Amari off his back. She tightened her grip.

      "Dragons are good at playing dead." He winked.

      Amari laughed out loud. Her spirits lifted with such joy she nearly floated. Then her gaze fell on Cerelic.

      "No!" she cried.

      The world around her slowed as Cerelic hurled the bag of wolfbane powder toward Dacamar's open mouth.

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    2. Ohhhh, I like, like, LIKE this, Cheryl! When I started this story I gave no long term thought to how the story would go. I was hoping others would pick up where I left off and now we are really getting this story started. I wonder who will join the fun now? ;~)

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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  6. Thanks for starting the fun, Donna! :-)

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    1. My pleasure, Cheryl!

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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  7. Dacamar froze, suspended in in mid-flight. His head twitched for a brief moment. Suddenly, Cerelic found himself covered with a substance much like the texture of blacmange.

    "Sorry!" Dacamar thought at them, sniffling, "Does anyone have a hanky?"

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    1. Cute addition, Kemmery! What a great visual...now I wonder what happens next? ;~)

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  8. Whew! Clever dragon. :-) I like the powers you've given him, Kemmery. Great job!

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    1. Sorry, Cheryl, I must have overlooked your comment. I try to reply to every one...;~)

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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