The Thee Little Dragons and the Big Bad Knight

Once upon a time, there were three little dragon Cubs, one red, one green, one blue. There came a time when their mother said that they were to leave her cave and go and find homes of their own. The three little dragons were nervous about setting out on their own, but they were also very curious about the way that the humans and elves built their homes, so they looked for materials that they could use to build their little houses. Dragons being the wild creatures that they are, they did not exactly come up on their materials in the normal way that other living creatures do.

The first little dragon, the red one, took her material from a caravan of wagons. She chased away the humans and the horses that were pulling the wagons, and used her claws to destroy the roofs. What she found inside was bolt after bolt of beautiful silk, some of it plain, some of the embroidered with beautiful designs. The red dragon was very impressed by the material that she had found, and she built up a frame of sticks to outline her house. Then she wrapped the silk around the wooden frame, and grinned at the result. Her house was very much like a tent, but she did not mind, and was quite glad to crawl inside and curl up. She actually enjoyed the way the sun shone through the fabric.

The little red dragon was just about to doze off when she heard the galloping approach of a horse. It was a knight approaching her home, and she was none too keen on having him pay her a visit.

“Red dragon, red dragon, let me come in!” the knight shouted as he pulled his steed up alongside her home.

“Not by the scales on the tip of my tail,” she retorted back, with a very self-satisfied snort.

“Then I’ll swing my sword, and I’ll slash my blade, and I’ll tear this house down!” the knight shouted.

And that is just what he did.  He drew his longsword, and he swung it through the air, and– Slash!  The silken walls were soon naught but shreds, and the sticks that held it up were cracked and scattered across the ground.

The red dragon gave the knight an angry growl, but lest he turn his blade against her, she took to the skies and was soon out of sight.

The second dragon was as green as the woodland leaves, and he found in a nearby village a stash of impressive color.  Behind the tavern was a large cache of wine bottles, which the dragon hurried to collect and carry away.  He build himself a house of empty bottles, layering the greens and browns like bricks.  The tavenkeeper shouted at him all the while, demanding that his bottles be left alone, for he had need of them in order to create a newer brew which he could, in turn, sell  to make men merry.

This caught the attention of the knight.  He had failed in subduing the red dragon, which left him all the more determined to succeed in his next quest.  He heard the tavernmaster’s description of the green dragon, and rode off immediately for the hills.

The little green dragon was just about to doze off when he heard the galloping approach of a horse. It was the knight approaching his shining new home, and he was none too keen on having any visitors disturb his map.

“Green dragon, green dragon, let me come in!” the knight shouted as he pulled his steed up alongside the glassy home.

“Not by the scales on the tip of my tail,” he retorted back, with a very annoyed growl.

“Then I’ll swing my sword, and I’ll slash my blade, and I’ll tear this house down!” the knight shouted.

And that is just what he did.  He drew his longsword, and he swung it through the air, and– Slash!  The wine bottle walls were soon naught but shards that littered the ground and glittered in the daylight.

The green dragon gave the knight an angry growl, but lest he turn his blade against him, he took to the skies and was soon out of sight.

All this time, the blue dragon had been more careful in his search for a place to rest his head.  He knew that he humans kept forts, and that the mightiest of their forts were built on the tops of hills and made of thick layers of stone.

The blue dragon found in the mountains an older fort, a bit rundown, but still suitable for his needs.  He also believed that the humans would hardly care if he took it over.  So he chased out the few soldiers who had been charged with guarding it, and curled up in the bailey, where it was the most comfortable.

Not long thereafter, his brother and sister, the red and green dragons, swooped down on the old stone fort.  They complained to their brother about what the knight had done to their carefully-constructed homes.

The blue dragon only snorted.  “You should have taken a fort. Now let me sleep.”

“You don’t understand!” the red dragon cried.

Before the blue dragon could retort, they heard a galloping coming in from the distance. It was the knight approaching the fort, having discovered where the dragons now resided.  They were was none too keen on having him pay a visit, least of all the blue dragon.

“What have you brought upon us?” the blue dragon groaned.

“Blue dragon, blue dragon, let me come in!” the knight shouted as he pulled his steed up alongside her home.

“Not by the scales on the tip of my tail,” he retorted back, having not wanted to deal with another human whatsoever.

“Then I’ll swing my sword, and I’ll slash my blade, and I’ll tear this house down!” the knight shouted.

“That would be ill-advised,” the blue dragon sighed.

“Do not taunt me, dragon!” the knight shouted as he drew his sword.

“Go ahead and use that pointy stick on the fort,” the blue dragon said in a weary tone.  “You will only chip the blade.”

“Then I will bring an army to take back this fort!”

“Do you really dare?” the red dragon asked.  “You see, blue dragons breathe frost, and red ones breathe fire. and green ones…”

“Poison gas,” the green dragon finished.  “Should I demonstrate?”

The knight only shook his head.

The blue dragon sat up straighter and spread with wings.  “Now if you wish to threaten us again, I suggest that you keep in mind our abilities.  It would be far wiser of you not to interfere with the affairs of dragons.”

“You have no right to this fort!” the knight declared.

“Haven’t we?” the blue dragon asked, beginning to summon up his frosty breath.

The knight was beginning to look nervous.

“Care to prove your valor, human?  Dare you brave this fort’s own defenses– the boiling oil, the exploding cannons– alone, in order to take it back from a few dragons who are trying to rest?”

The knight narrowed his eyes.  “I yield, if only for now.  Watch yourselves, dragons.  This fort shall not be yours for long.”

And away the knight rode, his horse galloping along the mountain path.

“He is more full of hot air than you,” the blue dragon told his red sister.  “He shall not return. I daresay that the knight knows better than to meddle in the affairs of dragons.”

 

 

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About Legends of Lorata

Eleanor Willow is the author of the high fantasy series Legends of Lorata, which takes place on a medieval-style world filled with elves, dragons and faeries. There is also a fourth race, one that is rare and magical: the angelic Starr. Lorata is a planet where four gods are known: good, evil, elemental and celestial-- and there are plenty of legends about them all! One of the most important ones is the prophecy of Jenh's champion, Loracaz, who is promised to return to the land whenever evil threatens to take hold. There are currently for books planned. The first one is completed and currently being edited. Any news I have on about publishing will be shared as it comes in!
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