1: The Hero of the Lake - Part Twelve
Updated: Oct 5, 2020
“Come, you foul-smelling stench! Attack someone who is willing to fight you!” Although he didn’t know where the courage to say such words came from, Felanar held his sword high above his head as if to back up his new determination. As the dragon flew lower, it did turn its head and noticed this little creature with the tiny voice waving this small shiny object. Perhaps dragons could understand speech from men and turned because of what Felanar had said. Maybe it was the fact that it saw a shiny object, and was drawn to it as dragons are drawn to treasure. Probably it was not used to anyone standing up to it and saw in this an opportunity to play with a particularly feisty prey. Whatever the reason, the dragon adjusted its course and swung around toward Felanar.
Chafrar dove against the base of the boat, face first, and cowered in terrible fear. Felanar would have joined him, for as the dragon swooped toward him he felt whatever courage he had depart. Yet something held his arm up, kept him standing, kept him staring at the dragon. Images and thoughts flashed through Felanar’s mind. Kara saying he would do great things one day. Would she be proud of her dead brother? An image of Alessa sprang into his mind. It was her determination that held him in place more than anything. His other arm came up and steadied the sword high over his head.
As the dragon flew in for the kill, Felanar’s eyes closed involuntarily. He could feel the wind rushing against his face and that sickly stench blast across his face. He tightened his grip on the sword and waited for the end. Then he forced his eyes open. If he was going to die, he wanted to see his killer.