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Determined to let chance decide not only my fate but everyone’s
I rolled the five of them, hoping for the best, but needing a perfect result
Couldn’t look as they spun to a stop
Everyone gasped. I peeked at the result before screaming triumphantly. The dragon was dead!
Leaving it all behind was going to be hard
Everyone knew her name, her story
Giving up everything to save their nation and their world
Eventually losing her left eye and arm in the dragon’s fire
Now she quietly sits in the town square every day and enjoys what sun there is
Determined to let her legacy pass into myth and…
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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Perhaps smoking wasn’t the best thing for Marcus’ health
It definitely meant cutting his life significantly shorter
People had warned him not to pick up the habit
Except being a dragon hunter paid so well.
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Darwin hefted his heavy crossbow and took aim
Randy was distracting the wyrm with his stupid antics
Allowing Darwin a chance to strike the killing blow
Got to hit it through the eye and into the brainpan
One in a million shot, even at the best of times, but Darwin knew he was better than that
Never counted on the beast blinking. Darwin never felt the flames
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Everything began when he finally agreed to go on the quest
People think it went to the next level when he fought the dragon
It was pretty tough, but not the thing he feared losing the most
Calling on Julia and asking for her hand, that was where the legend was born
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Hurrying down the dimly lit hallway, Chronus kept his mace handy.
Every step he took brought him closer to the dragon
Listening in between breathes, Chronus tried to locate the beast
Perspiration dripped into his eyes, stinging him and causing his vision to blur
Laughter boomed through the space causing Chronus to doubt why he came here
Especially since he didn’t stand a chance to win
Still he let loose a roar as he charged in the direction of the laughter
Sometimes you had to accept your fate
Meanings can get mushy when push comes to shove
Yet belief is a beacon of light in those murky times
That is why I hold on to the notion of common sense still
Hoping it has not gone the way of dragons and unicorns
The dice spoke to Tim. “Come on man, you can do this.”
Tim looked around the table at the others, wondering how he had let himself gotten himself into this mess. These geeks had seemed like easy pickings. Tim had played craps for at least twenty years, and usually the dice were his friends, but these dice just weren’t right, even if they were talking to him.
“Come on man, you’ve got this,” the dice muttered.
The others looked expectantly at Tim. They wanted to see if he had it in him. Tim had bragged about his abilities, especially to Stacy. She was the reason he was here and this was his chance to clean everything up and come out of here the hero and cashing out big time. She smiled at him, encouraging him to let it roll. Still Tim hesitated.
“Come on man, Let us go!” the dice shouted.
Tim, against his better judgement let the dice fly, bouncing around the table, beseeching Lady Luck to come out of hiding and bless his offering to her. The dice came up twin ones, damn snake eyes. Stacy’s smile melted into a puddle of a frown.
“Twin critical failures,” Jim said from behind his rule books. “You drop both of your swords.”
The rest of the group around the table moaned. Stacy left the table for the kitchen. “The dragon uses its breath weapon, breathing fire over your entire group. You guys need to make a saving throw,” Jim said gleefully.
Tim didn’t want to touch those dice anymore. He just folded his arms in front of him. “I should have stuck with craps,” he said.
Wendy poked through the catalog, trying to waste some more time before going to bed. She was so filled with energy that she was practically vibrating. It must have been the magic still in the air after such an awesome workout. She circled a cute sundress that might just have to find a place in her wardrobe when she heard a crash from downstairs.
“Tiamat, is that you?” Wendy asked. Tiamat was her calico cat that sometimes roared like a dragon, hence her name. Tiamat liked to test if gravity still worked sometimes, but that seemed a bit too much noise for a cat.
Wendy got off the bed and pulled on her robe. She tied the robe tight and peered out of the room. There was no one to be seen, including Tiamat. “Tiamat, where are you?” she called out.
The silence that greeted her question had Wendy rechecking the tightness of her robe. Gone was the magical vibrating from just five minutes ago. Now it was serious mojo. Wendy kicked herself for leaving her phone in the kitchen. Most of the time she hated the thing, but right now it seemed like a bad idea to exile it so far away.
Wendy walked slowly down the hallway into her living room. She cursed herself inwardly for finding a house that wasn’t open concept. It would have been much better if she had proper sight lines. Then again, she didn’t know if she had an unwanted guest yet. Living room was clear, so she turned to head to the kitchen. That would give her access to her phone and a way to get out of the apartment. Both seemed like a good idea right about now.
A sounds from her office area stopped her in her tracks. “Tiamat?” Wendy asked. The sound went dead immediately. Wendy steeled herself for what was about to happen. She decided to surprise the intruder before they could surprise her.
Wendy ran the remaining steps to the office and spun around the corner, her left hand out. There were three individual in black wearing masks. Two were working on her safe while the third held a gun pointed at her. Two shots fired out. The first missed, but the second hit Wendy’s shoulder, spinning her around on the way to the floor.
The two intruders working on the safe never skipped a beat while the third one pushed Wendy back onto her back with his foot. “Dumb bitch,” he said.
Wendy’s eyes began to glow. “Eat it,” she yelled as she thrust her left hand at the man. A bolt of red light flashed between her hand and the man, blasting him off his feet. He landed bonelessly by the other two working on the safe. That finally broke their concentration. Two guns seemed to materialize out of thin air. Wendy felt a brush of fur as Tiamat jumped onto her chest and roared.
The two thieves looked at each other trying to figure out how such a little cat made such a big noise. Wendy smiled and released her binding spell. Tiamat leapt at the two invaders and seemed to transform in midair into a dragon that was way too big for the space everyone was in. Shots rang out, but it was like trying to stop a tank with a fly swatter. Tiamat swallowed whole the two invaders with a single bite before turning back to Wendy. “Are you alright?” Tiamat asked.
Wendy sat up and the bullet popped out of the already closing wound. “I’m going to be sore in the morning,” she said. “The real question is who were they?”
Tiamat somehow shrugged as she idly ate the last invader.
“Did you have to?” asked Wendy.
“Did you want to explain this to the authorities?” asked Tiamat. “The police will be here soon.”
Wendy could hear the sounds of sirens as well. “Okay, then time to pretend everything is normal,” she said. With that Wendy reactivated the binding and Tiamat shrunk back into the space of a small cat. “We can be good at pretending,” she said as she nuzzled with her cat.
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