The Bear House No.1

The Bear House No.1 — page 7
Quintin looked beyond Dracogart’s rocky valley over which the mountain’s shadow fell Father was out there somewhere hunting with his mount Draco the largest dragon alive the dragon king of the Shadow Dragons When the Major’s men had left the castle for the mountain path to retrieve the egg Father had left with Draco the king of dragons would be angry to hear his wives so distressed he’d said But Quintin knew the truth Seeing the Major’s men take an egg from the Shadow Dragons nest was too painful for even his father to bear There were shouts from the men in armor and when Quintin looked one had approached the edge of the nest The man held a spear its tip fitted with a fat dripping hearth weasel as if a treat would be enough to trade a dragon for her child One of the mother dragons slunk toward him a threatening hiss venting from her smoking maw The fins at the edge of her jaw fluttered She was eager to crunch bone Courage men shouted someone Hold cried another And still more were roaring orders as the man in armor inched closer to the dragon Quintin held his breath The young soldier stepped across the line on the ground where the rock had been scorched by dragon breath the threshold of the nest Too close Quintin whispered The mother dragons reared up all of them screaming in unison black wings flapping The foremost dragon lunged her powerful jaws snapping with a thunderous clap just short of the young man’s belly The dragons screams built on one another the noise folding onto itself lifting with a ferocious desperation They were screaming for Draco Draco whose size and power would protect them all Draco their king