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Authors: Elle Casey
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"Uh, no. It's mine now. You can't have it." I wasn't sure what the deal was exactly with dragon fangs, but I remembered Gregale saying something about how they were sacrificed to the only one superior to the dragon - that person being his slayer. And my fang was given by this dragon to Shayla, and then it was given to me by default.
If there was a situation where a dragon had asked for and gotten his tooth back from anyone, I hadn't heard about it. And I sure wasn't cool with the idea of giving him something that could turn me into a shish kebab, so I decided to just deny, deny, deny, and say no, no, no ... no matter what he said or did. Something told me that this tooth was the only thing standing between life and death for me in the Underworld.
He roared again, obviously very unhappy with being fangless. And when he did that, I noted that he wasn't exactly toothless . He had about a hundred very sharp ones in there, any one of which could end me in seconds. The fang, I decided, was pretty much just decoration.
"Listen, I don't mean to be rude, Mister Dark, but you gave up your fangs fair and square. I can't give them back to you unless Shayla says to. So, maybe later, okay? In the meantime, I need to get back to my friends in the Here and Now. Go ahead and feel free to fly back to your cave or whatever." I waved him away, my empty-blooded hand flapping around in front of me for a few seconds before hanging limply down beneath my head. I didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore.
The dragon huffed at me once, sending more black smoke and stink into my face, and then it lifted its head up to the sky, letting out a weird trumpeting sound followed by a flame fountain that he spit up into the sky so high, I couldn't see the top of it. Ashes rained down around me.
"Oh, shit. That does not look good," I said to no one in particular, trying to lift my head and watch the flaming light show above me - or below me. I couldn't tell which way was up anymore. My head was pounding with too much blood.
Spike had appeared on the edge of the clearing again, stopping behind a tree. He shouted out from his hiding spot, "He is calling his mate! You had better free yourself and fast! She has all of her teeth, and she is quite unpredictable in her moods!"
The little bit of confidence I'd gained with this particular dragon drained out of me immediately. I struggled anew, trying to loosen the hold the spell had on me. I was feeling sick and headachy from the blood pooling in my head. I knew I didn't have much longer. I was either going to die by dragon bite or by stroke.
"Jayne, please, fart like you've never farted before. And sing! Sing as high as you can! Like a bird!" yelled Tim from the safety of Tony's hair.
I sang like a choking eagle. My voice went as high as I could make it go, but it didn't even come close to the pitch Tim had used earlier. I was crying again too, which did nothing for my voice quality.
"Tim, please sing for me!" I wailed. "I'm going to die up here! I don't want to die yet!"
Tim stayed where he was, but he sang and sang and sang for me. "OOHHH, THE DRAGON IS COMINNNNNG AND SHE'S GOING TO EEEAAAT MY ROOMMAAAATE AND I WILL CRRYYYYYY MYSELF TO SLEEEEP EVERY NIIIIGHT FOR A WEEEEK, AT LEEEASSST ... OHHHH DRAAAGON, DRAAAAGON, EEEEAT HER FAST SO SHE DOESN'T SUFFER TOO MUUUUUUCH!"
Nothing was working. I was still stuck.
The sulfur smell doubled in potency.
The sounds of flapping, leathery wings filled my ears.
Wind rushed around me and sent me twirling out of control, the world spinning around and around, making me sicker than I already was.
I panicked.
I farted.
I shrieked in humiliation.
And the bonds around my ankles disappeared, and I fell from the noose, landing painfully on my right shoulder in the leaves.
"Run, Jayne! RUN!" yelled Tony.
I crawled as fast as I could towards my
"Uh, no. It's mine now. You can't have it." I wasn't sure what the deal was exactly with dragon fangs, but I remembered Gregale saying something about how they were sacrificed to the only one superior to the dragon - that person being his slayer. And my fang was given by this dragon to Shayla, and then it was given to me by default.
If there was a situation where a dragon had asked for and gotten his tooth back from anyone, I hadn't heard about it. And I sure wasn't cool with the idea of giving him something that could turn me into a shish kebab, so I decided to just deny, deny, deny, and say no, no, no ... no matter what he said or did. Something told me that this tooth was the only thing standing between life and death for me in the Underworld.
He roared again, obviously very unhappy with being fangless. And when he did that, I noted that he wasn't exactly toothless . He had about a hundred very sharp ones in there, any one of which could end me in seconds. The fang, I decided, was pretty much just decoration.
"Listen, I don't mean to be rude, Mister Dark, but you gave up your fangs fair and square. I can't give them back to you unless Shayla says to. So, maybe later, okay? In the meantime, I need to get back to my friends in the Here and Now. Go ahead and feel free to fly back to your cave or whatever." I waved him away, my empty-blooded hand flapping around in front of me for a few seconds before hanging limply down beneath my head. I didn't have the strength to hold it up anymore.
The dragon huffed at me once, sending more black smoke and stink into my face, and then it lifted its head up to the sky, letting out a weird trumpeting sound followed by a flame fountain that he spit up into the sky so high, I couldn't see the top of it. Ashes rained down around me.
"Oh, shit. That does not look good," I said to no one in particular, trying to lift my head and watch the flaming light show above me - or below me. I couldn't tell which way was up anymore. My head was pounding with too much blood.
Spike had appeared on the edge of the clearing again, stopping behind a tree. He shouted out from his hiding spot, "He is calling his mate! You had better free yourself and fast! She has all of her teeth, and she is quite unpredictable in her moods!"
The little bit of confidence I'd gained with this particular dragon drained out of me immediately. I struggled anew, trying to loosen the hold the spell had on me. I was feeling sick and headachy from the blood pooling in my head. I knew I didn't have much longer. I was either going to die by dragon bite or by stroke.
"Jayne, please, fart like you've never farted before. And sing! Sing as high as you can! Like a bird!" yelled Tim from the safety of Tony's hair.
I sang like a choking eagle. My voice went as high as I could make it go, but it didn't even come close to the pitch Tim had used earlier. I was crying again too, which did nothing for my voice quality.
"Tim, please sing for me!" I wailed. "I'm going to die up here! I don't want to die yet!"
Tim stayed where he was, but he sang and sang and sang for me. "OOHHH, THE DRAGON IS COMINNNNNG AND SHE'S GOING TO EEEAAAT MY ROOMMAAAATE AND I WILL CRRYYYYYY MYSELF TO SLEEEEP EVERY NIIIIGHT FOR A WEEEEK, AT LEEEASSST ... OHHHH DRAAAGON, DRAAAAGON, EEEEAT HER FAST SO SHE DOESN'T SUFFER TOO MUUUUUUCH!"
Nothing was working. I was still stuck.
The sulfur smell doubled in potency.
The sounds of flapping, leathery wings filled my ears.
Wind rushed around me and sent me twirling out of control, the world spinning around and around, making me sicker than I already was.
I panicked.
I farted.
I shrieked in humiliation.
And the bonds around my ankles disappeared, and I fell from the noose, landing painfully on my right shoulder in the leaves.
"Run, Jayne! RUN!" yelled Tony.
I crawled as fast as I could towards my
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