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To more fully enjoy this story in living, breathing HTML, please visit our website at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/VivianDarkbloom/www/ Now offering over 100,000 words of deviant verbiage! -------------------------------------------------------- Dragon's Blood by Vivian Darkbloom "The war you propose to declare is absurd." A thin sliver of afternoon sunlight slicing across stale, musty atmosphere accented the tense silence in the room as I faced the men seated around the dark wooden table, whose impatient expressions flew across at me with unbridled hostility. King George cocked his head with jaunty swagger. "Our wizard propostulates a differing view," whimsically he tossed the pretentiously defiant grammar into the terrible discussion. "You think it's funny," I said quietly, quivering with rage. "But you have no idea how much death and suffering you will cause, simply because you cling to the foolish notions that, the more gold you hoard the happier you will become, or that the bards will sing your name more loudly the larger your empire is." Several of his sycophants laughed, mocking me. "Fine. Don't listen to me. You'll squander all of the Kingdom's resources on this foolish and unnecessary quest, and the entire populace will wind up in poverty. All because you can't stand to think there's a piece of land where the people don't fly your ridiculous flag. There is absolutely no reason for this unprovoked aggression." King George cocked his head once more. "Guards, would you care to escort our wizard back to his tower, so we may carry on with our discussion of plans for war?" Two heavily armored guards, clomped over to me, each with heavy swords on his belt. They reached out to take my arm, but I deftly evaded their grasp, resisting the urge to paralyze them completely, instead just throwing them off balance a bit with gesture of my gnarled old oak wand, so that they klonked heads as they closed in on the spot where I had been. "Dare not touch me!" I hissed. "And there's no need to force my departure. My distaste for this discussion is sufficient to merit my absence from it. May your conversation be as bereft of intelligence as your puny conscience, and the minescule lump of worthless rock that you call a heart. Good day!" I spun around to shove open the dark heavy studded swinging doors to stride out the passageway back to the tower. The two knights in shining armor followed on my heels. "Better disarm him," said one. "Right. We'll have the wand," said the other. It was my turn to display whimsy. The superstitious imbeciles believed that the wand was the source of my power. "Fine," I said. "Don't drop it!" I flung it at him so that he almost would. But he triumphantly wrapped his thick stubby fingers around it and smiled faintly as we strode through the corridors. Shortly, the smile began to fade as he walked, and he began to look back furtively, the haunted expression of one pursued by shadows, flitting darkness that grew blacker and more menacing with each moment. Soon he collapsed against the plaster-covered stone wall, armor clanked on the flagstones, eyes unseeing, as the wand fell with a clatter. "No!" he screamed in terror. A noble-lady and her young boy brushed by, and she worriedly ushered his curious gaze along out of sight. The other knight shouted at me. "Stop it! What are you doing to him?" He seized the wand. "Stop it, now!" I shrugged. "I didn't do a thing," I said honestly. "He wanted to hold the wand. One cannot escape the consequences of facing the power of magic with an impure heart." "Right. Now keep walking!" he brandished my wand at me threateningly. "You're just going to leave him there?" I asked, half-smiling. "The king ordered me to escort you to the tower. Don't make me do anything unpleasant!" I shrugged and continued on my way. In less than a minute, the second guard was cowering in fear from unseen ghosts swooping down from every direction. "No!" Again (fortunately sturdy) wand clattered to the ground as the knight fell. Carefully, I picked it up once more, leaning on it as I stood over him. "You fought in the battle against the Clymerians, didn't you. Slaughtering innocent unarmed villagers must take its toll." "But we brought peace and freedom to their land!" he protested, still shivering, flinching, eyes blind to the alarmed passersby. I clucked, with a trace of genuine sympathy. A merchant stepped forward from his storefront. "What should we do? What's wrong with him?" I could restrain the disgust from my voice no longer. "Oh, don't worry. He'll be alright. He may experience some trouble engaging further in senseless killing, that's all." I left the worried merchant puzzling over the collapsed knight, and returned to my lair. ____________________________________________________________ to be continued.... ------------------------------------------------------- For more stories, visit our site on asstr-mirror.org http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/VivianDarkbloom/www/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+