DAMION DRAKE The Journal Of An Adventure, CHAPTER 2
by Andrew Snowbarger
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CHAPTER TWO: Jaw Dropping'ly Real.
"And what is your name?" Andrik asked. We were now on our way to...only god knows where. He still had a hold of my arm, probably afraid that i might bolt at the first chance i was given...which was entirely what i was planning. "My name is Damion, Damion Drake," i answered, but by the look on his face, he didn't seem pleased. "You don't have to say your name twice, i might be old, but i haven't lost my hearing...yet." He smiled then, humored by his own joke. What he said was true. he might have looked old, but he sure wasn't acting it. We had been going at a pretty fast pace for a while now, and the old man still seemed to be keeping up. In fact, he was more then keeping up, he seemed to be in better shape then i was, which isn't saying much, but still.
We had been going for awhile now, and i started getting the cramps in my stomach, which made my breath come out in startled gasps. But still, we pressed on, and on, and on...AND ON. It felt like i had been traveling my whole life, i couldn't bring up a time when i wasn't running. But the old man kept going. He was still in a good mood, way better then my own. When i couldn't take it anymore, and i was about to tell the old man that this was where i stopped, he stopped. As if he had heard my mind, he said, "We are here."
Where exactly was "Here"? Well, i really don't know. It looked it had come from straight from a picture. It was the epitome of beautiful. There were flowers everywhere, roses, sunflowers, and any othere flower you could imagine. I could also see trees in the distance, standing tall against the wind. Off to my right was a waterfall, not a huge one, but a good sized one. And to make this picture perfect place even...worse, was that there were scores and scores of horse's. And these weren't wild horses, ohh no, these were trained horses, battle horses. Each one was carrying a man clad in armour, each one sporting the color of blood red. There were also archers, and regular footman. And from where Damion was standing, he could make out a few catupults, five or more trebuchets, and far into the distance, i could just make out...a dragon. You heard me, a real life dragon. I had heard of dragons from the books that i read, while on my breaks from doing all the odd jobs that Drix made me do. And i had believed them made up stories, or at least, that they had all died off a long time a ago. But i had believed wrong, there was a dragon, and i had seen it. I couldn't see it perfectly, but from where i stood, i saw that it was a darkish blue, almost black, but not quite.
I know the dragon was quite frankly...FREAKING AWESOME. But it wasn't the dragon that kept my attention, it was the rest of the few thousand people assembled here, in this perfect oasis. And i couldn't understand why there was so many people, all getting ready for...war? But of course they were getting ready for war, i just didn't know what war they were getting ready for. The last war, that was worth mentioning in the history books...was just that. It was old enough to be in the history books, so of course it had to be pretty old. It had happened almost 200 years ago, and if not that old, pretty close. And i had thought that i was all so safe, in my liitle cocoon of safety, when in reality, there was a war brewing, right beneath my nose.
While i was thinking on all these things, the old man had been leading me towards the center of this makeshift camp. We passed all sorts of people. We passed an archery range, that no more then 25 people were practicing at. We passed what seemed to be a barracks, that a few people were play fighting at. We even passed, what seemed to be a tent hospital. When we passed the hospital, i saw that there was no sick or injured people in there...yet? And then i saw it, the dragon, up close. It was so big, that i almost fell over from it's size, scared that one of it's big feet would come crashing down on my head, and i would be as flat as a pancake. It looked to be bigger then a good sized cottage, and it's mouth seemed to be big enough to swallow a whole horse. "Hello Driston, and how is Trish doing?" when i heard Andriks voice, i was startled so much, that i almost peed my pants, but i didn't, thankfully. I looked around, to see who the old man was talking to. When i only saw the dragon, and one other knight milling around. And then i made the connection...i think. "You know the dragon?" i wanted to say, but didn't. But, again, as if andrik was reading my mind, he said "Damion, i would like you too meet Driston, and his dragon, Trish." I was dumbfounded...again.
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