I contemplated posting something else first, for cruelties sake alone, but I couldn’t bring myself! Why in the world am in so much suspense when I WROTE the story?!
Like always, here’s the last post. I’m doing this so if people find only one of my posts somehow, they can link back. Problem is I have NO way to make sure they can find the posts that come after. Ceste la vie [“this is life” for those of you who don’t speak French], I did what I could.
Okay, this (spoiler alert) is the climax. You can’t imagine how fun it was to end on such a cliff-hanger last time! (I know, I know: I’m downright cruel. I have now lost all reputation of being a nice person, haven’t I?)
Oh! And I feel inclined to mention that my reader Savannah absolutely nailed it in the comments on this post with her suggestion of another dragon–even though it goes against a quote from a certain book series a little birdie told me she’s read:
That is why you will seldom find more than one dragon in the same country. (94)
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, by C.S. Lewis
I couldn’t it earlier because it would have given away too much.
Now, as I’m sure the rest of you are all saying, “Okay, good job, Savannah–now let’s get on with it”; I’ll get on with it. Happy reading!
CHAPTER 4~FIRE AND FURY:
As Fogginess creeps up the tunnel, she becomes more and more puzzled. She hasn’t see her husband since yesterday morning (she doesn’t know he’s dead), and as she climbs up the tunnel she hears the clinking of coins, the creak of old hinges, and voices sounding very loud and excited up there in the dark. Human voices? Impossible! Not in the lair of a dragon like Grizzled.
But there are voices up there in the dark. Finally Fogginess peeks out into the Big Cavern–and there are two of those annoying little human-creatures sitting in the biggest cave of the whole lair, fingering her husbands treasure and talking excitedly. Fogginess can hold her anger in no longer. She gives a howl of rage and leaps into the Big Cavern, giving a terrible roar. There’s fire in her eyes and smoke in her mouth.
In a moment Spenser has his pistol drawn, but it’s no use: the bullet bounces off the dragon’s scales. Sparks pour from Fogginess’ mouth as she leaps forward. Not caring which one of the humans dies first, she leaps for Spenser. He, in a last effort to protect himself and Hannah, draws his knife and stabs the dragon in the throat. The two of them are saved by luck!* The throat is Fogginess’ one weak point and the blade pushes through a crack where the Head Scales and the Neck Scales meet. With a howl of pain and anger Fogginess flops back, lifeless, on the floor of the cave.
“I th-thought Grizzled was dead,” says Hannah, when she gets her breath back. “It can’t be Grizzled, because we saw him. He’s dead,” says Spenser. “Then is this his mate or his child, sir?” wonders Hannah. “I don’t know. And we don’t know if there are any more, so do we take the treasure and get out of here, or do we try to find and kill the rest of them (if there are any)?” asks Spenser. “I think we should go, sir,” replies Hannah. “Yes, I think we should too, Navigator. It’s obvious our guns aren’t any good!”
P.S. Sorry I forgot to include the chapter name in my last post. I just added it. Next post is the last one!!!
*Totally borrowed that quote from The Hobbit. *sigh* I was such a copy-cat when I was little–still am! 🙂