Dragons

*Alright people i wrote this originally in high school, A loooong time ago when I was a different person. try not to tear me apart too bad on it. i typed this mostly from memory, as I am not at my computer. so some of it might change later... enjoy! or not! I don't care!

Chapter 1
He was huge and fearsome. I stood and stared at him in awe. “You are beautiful.” Was all I was capable of saying. He slowly turned his head and leveled his gaze with mine, his oval eyes glowing softly in the darkness. He laughed a deep rumbling sound that made me think if rocks could talk, this is what they would sound like. “Ha, if I am so beautiful, why have humans hunted us almost to extinction, forcing us to live in hiding?”

“History says that we hunted your kind, because you turned on us.”
“No!” He roared, interrupting me. “I am the oldest living dragon, and I have never heard of a dragon attacking humans unless it was in self-defense, or to protect her brood. If you would listen to truth, hear now my tale.”

“Ok” I replied, relieved that he had not attacked me in his fury. This dragon’s given name was Saroth; his true name is unpronounceable by humans. He was indeed the oldest living dragon on record, anywhere. He truly was beautiful, long and sleek; except for the silver edging on his scales, he was so black that light itself could not escape him. His claws were shod with steel, and honed to razor sharpness, this making them quite deadly. His eyes, though fearsome, radiated kindness, and wisdom. There was a scar, a jagged slash traveling through his eyebrow, down the right side of his face. His eye, if ever damaged, had healed to perfection. His teeth were long, sharp, and white.

He chuckled again, and I realized that I was staring again. “You really do think I’m beautiful, don’t you?” he asked. He then cleared his throat and began his tale. “It was many thousands of years ago, Humans though resourceful and cunning, were dying out. The other predators of the world were hunting them. We decided that we would take it upon ourselves to teach them to survive.” Slowly, it dawned on me that I could see everything that he was saying. I jerked back from the sight reflexively and fell off the rock that I was sitting on. The illusion vanished and Saroth was looking at me with true concern in his eyes. “Did you injure yourself?” He asked softly. “No.” I replied, “But I did embarrass the crap out of myself.”
Do not be embarrassed, I should have warned you of the illusion involved in a dragon telling a story.” He explained. “If you are not injured, shall I continue?”
“Please do.”
“Very well, we gave to humans, the knowledge they needed to survive the world, fire, weapons, hunting skills, everything. We protected their villages, used our magic to heal their wounds, taught their healers about the herb that will dull pain, or stop infection. We treated them as equals, they trusted us and we trusted them.” He paused at this point, his eyes reflecting his inner anguish. “Then the bad times started. A man, a king started saying that we were evil. He said that the one True God had visited him in a vision and told him a great many things. He wrote these things down in a book and called it the Bible. In it he said was god’s description of the devil and it described us!
The people of the villages were Horrified to learn of our so-called plans to make then our slaves, and fodder. They did not see through his lies, because he was indeed very persuasive and using dragon magic to add weight to his words. The men from the village gathered their hunting weapons, and attacked the dragons guarding their homes. The dragon and his mate fought back valiantly, but it was useless, as we had never needed deadly magic before that day, we did not know any. The dragons barely escaped with their lives. Their clutch was destroyed.”
I was horrified, watching all of his words played out all around me as if I was actually there, I could even feel the terror and hatred from the humans spells beginning to affect me. The dragon and his mate were obviously young and ill prepared for this fight. Their coloring so light they could hardly be more than 200 years old.
“Who was this man?” I asked
“He called himself David.” Saroth answered quietly.
“You cannot possibly mean King David, the wise, of the bible.” I responded shocked.
“The one and only.” Saroth answered
“Please continue your tale.” I implored him.
“It was the same all over. David had sent out riders weeks earlier. They all knew what to say and He had taught them the entire spell that he used on the people of my village. Dragons were dying everywhere. People that tried to help us were said to be under our spell and arrested or executed on the spot. In secret we gathered, and developed new spells to hide and defend ourselves. We underestimated how cunning humans were though. They made better weapons, and created stronger spells faster than we thought possible. It took there hundreds of years, but they were quite effective in hunting us down and exterminating us.”
The illusion faded as he finished his tale. “I only know of 12 dragons that still exist, 10 of them are male and 2 are female. We are a dying breed.
Nevertheless, you are not an enemy or I would have killed you the moment that you set foot into my home.
“This I already know. I felt your probe when I landed on this island.”
“Yes, I figured that if you found your way to my lair, I would give you a chance to tell me what it was that you wanted.” His gaze tightened on me, “What do you want?”