CHAPTER TWO

EYE OF THE STORM

What happened next was witnessed by scores of townspeople -- peering out from under fireproof blankets and through cracks in stone walls – and what they saw defied description.  It happened so quickly.

     The boy ran directly under the winged marauder, raising his makeshift sword, while a virtual cascade of flame came curling down from the sky.  The dragon was the color of tarnished bronze.  As big as a manor house.  The pale daylight shimmered off its scales as it shrieked and spat fire.

     Sparks bounced off the boy’s homemade shield, while the boy screamed something at the beast that nobody could hear.  Flames ro...

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