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Andrin Meets the Dragon
The Fall of Onagros, Book 1 of SAGE – excerpt
by Marian Allen
There was a well in the center of the storeroom floor. It occurred to Andrin, although he had no intention of putting the plan into action, that some opportunity for revenge lay in his power. If he drowned himself in the castle’s well he would be out of his misery, and he would create a nuisance or a health hazard, depending on how long it took them to discover his body.
Andrin went to the well. He leaned over. He could see his silhouette in the well’s depths, his features and shaven head picked out feebly by the window’s light.
It was cooler over the well. Andrin put one hand below the rim; it was cooler still. The water would be cold – a most refreshing drink.
He leaned further over, as if he could gulp directly from that pool so far below. The wine he had drunk seemed to sweep into his head, full of air and fire now; his brain fizzed with it.
A voice whispered from the depths, “Careful….”
Andrin pulled back, then leaned over again. His silhouette wavered and broke to bits, replaced by another face, larger than his and bluish-green. Its muzzle was long and rounded; its mouth opened to show a double row of sharp white teeth. Its eyes were large and dark. The creature glowed, faintly, but enough in the black pit of the well to show itself to the Waymaster.
The head rose above the surface of the water, then the long, slim neck, then the front legs, scaled and clawed, and the body came and continued coming, as Andrin scuffled back to give it leeway.
At last the creature was in the storeroom with him. It was three times as long as he was tall including its fluked tail, but no more than twice his thickness at its broadest part. It had four legs, each ending in five claws. It was covered with scales, some smooth and some rough, ranging in color from yellow-green to violet-blue. As Andrin watched, it dried in the storeroom’s air, and its rough scales feathered out until it bore a soft ruff around its head just behind the eyes and a soft crest down its back to the tip of its tail.
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Now, I ask you: Is that a dragon you’d like to meet, or isn’t it?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: If your main character came face-to-face with that dragon, what would he or she do? If you don’t write, what do you imagine you would do? What would Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo do?