Faerie Queen

Yer blonde head would look well on my pillow,” the guard spit out.  The idea of having her and then killing her was getting stronger and stronger in his animal-like mind.  The lust was taking over, and he was willing to take more and more chances.  He was toying with her, her knife to his sword, that he might get close enough to grab her!

“Yer a coward, fighting a woman with that big sword,” Lisle tempted him.

“Aye, a coward that’ll have his fill of ye!” he said to her, drool dripping from his chin.  With that, he grabbed her hand, but had to drop his sword to hold on to her, thus to keep her from cutting him with the knife.

Lisle had been only slightly surprised that he’d grabbed her, and was hoping for this opening.  In grabbing her, he had opened himself for just one second.  It was all she’d needed.  Her knife flew from her hand before he had her hand in his bone crunching grasp.  She heard the thud as it struck home.

So did he hear the thud.  He looked down at it, curious as to what had bumped at his chest.  It was as if it took him a full minute to realize that the knife was in his chest, and that he was going to die.  He looked at her, ripped the knife from his chest, leaving blood to spew forth.

He jerked the arms that he still held captive, and pulled her to him.  He forced her head close to his, and began to feverishly kiss her, wherever his lips found purchase.  She twisted, fought, wondering when he would finally die.

At last, when her shirt and breeches were covered in his blood, his hold began to weaken.  She jerked back, and he grinned at her, smiling a ghastly smile at her as he seemed to fold gently to the ground.  His eyes continued to stare up at the sky, and his face was frozen for all eternity in that horrid smile.

Lisle grabbed the knife, and grasped her sword, then turned to find Diogenes trying to fight his way out of a trap of nets and wires that had been wrapped around his feet.  He could neither turn nor lift at the moment. 

Lisle screamed, and ran in to begin hacking at the wires, trying to cut him loose, but she was pulled back by soldiers.  They dug hands into her, holding her down.  She screamed to Diogenes to free himself, to fly away, but seeing her captive, he knew that he couldn’t.

He lifted his head, and breathed a flame across the ranks of soldiers.  Many were left in ashes, some were left with body parts in flames.  All released Lisle, and she jumped up, and began slicing at the knots.

“Lisle, get on my back, now, I’ll take care of it!” Diogenes demanded.

Hoping that he knew what he was talking about, Lisle jumped on his body, sliding into the “V” in one move.  Diogenes lowered his head, and blew fire onto the ropes, and jerked with his wings to lift him.  He blew again, and jerked again, this time breaking loose from the wires.

He took off, and Lisle saw other groups fighting also.  Many of the other dragons had been wired in the same manner, but some had already broken loose.  Near the Council Chambers, a group of soldiers had just rolled a battering ram up and positioned it to aim at the young dragon caught in the wire traps there.

Lisle motioned, and Diogenes took off instantly, understanding her command.  Rushed for time, he blew a flame at the battering ram, and Lisle heard screams of soldiers who were caught in the blast.  Neither turned back to see how much damage had been done.