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dragon so large and so close up. What was going to happen to him? What was he going to do? More importantly, what was the beast going to do?
At the sound of Keegan running across the gravel, the dragon turned his huge head around and poked it through the waterfall and into the cave. A pair of large, glowing, golden eyes scanned the area carefully, and he breathed in deeply and quickly, taking in the strange scent. The beast cocked his head and made a humming sound in the back of his throat. He then turned his head back around and walked out of the cave and out of sight beyond the falling water.
Keegan didn’t move. This was probably a dragon trick, to make Keegan come out so the beast could torch him and have him for a meal. Well, if the beast did kill him, it was probably what he deserved, but was there a way he could escape alive? Just then, the dragon came back through the waterfall, dashing Keegan's hopes for escape. However, Keegan was surprised when he noticed a large buck in the beast's mouth.
The dragon lumbered over to the gravel where he and Keegan had slept the night before and dropped the buck. He looked at the rock where Keegan was then shook himself again, creating another great, cold shower. Keegan tried not to yell as the cold water splashed all over him and ran down the rocks he hid behind. He gripped the edge of the rockhe was behind,turning his fingertips white with the strain.
“Terribly sorry,” the dragon said in a deep, warm voice. “That must have been shockingly cold.”
Keegan’s mouth dropped open. The beast had spoken to him! What now? The dragon raised an enormous claw, and, with one swipe, he slit open the dead buck, spilling out entrails all over the gravel. He then opened his mouth slightly, showing the tips of gleaming, enormous ivory teeth, and sent a jet of flames onto the deer. Keegan ducked farther behind the boulder in fear. As the flames made a hiss and the stench of burnt hair stung his nose, a new flow of warmth went throughout the cave.
“I hope that you like your meat well done,” the dragon said, his warm voice reverberating throughout the cave. Keegan raised his head and peeped at the dragon from behind the boulder. The terrible beast looked directly at him with its huge golden eyes.
Keegan ducked behind the boulder again, trembling with fear, remembering all of the tales that his father used to tell him of dragons that would chew people into little bits or burn them alive.
“Please, don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm, youngling,” the dragon said slowly and warmly.
Keegan's fear turned to shock almost instantly. There was something in this dragon’s voice that seemed to take the fear right out of Keegan and replace it with courage. Something in the voice said that this dragon was a wise, old friend. But what if it was a trick? Keegan could not remember his father ever telling him about a talking dragon, so how could he tell this dragon's intentions? There was only one way to find out.
Keegan swallowed hard, stood slowly, and came out from behind the boulder with trembling knees. The smell of the cooked venison came to Keegan's nose and made his shrunken stomach call out to it, despite his fear. The great dragon's face softened, and he seemed to smile at Keegan.
“Please, come and eat, youngling,” he said politely to Keegan.
“What are y-you g-going to eat?” Keegan stuttered, feeling very small as he looked up at the large dragon.
“I will eat what remains after you have had your fill,” the dragon stated calmly.
“Does that include me?” Keegan asked as he swallowed hard.
The dragon raised his head higher as his expression hardened. “No, that does not include eating you,” he answered.
Keegan stared at the dragon for a moment, not sure if he really wanted to believe the word of a beast. His stomach was screaming for food, however, so he decided that, for now, he would just have
At the sound of Keegan running across the gravel, the dragon turned his huge head around and poked it through the waterfall and into the cave. A pair of large, glowing, golden eyes scanned the area carefully, and he breathed in deeply and quickly, taking in the strange scent. The beast cocked his head and made a humming sound in the back of his throat. He then turned his head back around and walked out of the cave and out of sight beyond the falling water.
Keegan didn’t move. This was probably a dragon trick, to make Keegan come out so the beast could torch him and have him for a meal. Well, if the beast did kill him, it was probably what he deserved, but was there a way he could escape alive? Just then, the dragon came back through the waterfall, dashing Keegan's hopes for escape. However, Keegan was surprised when he noticed a large buck in the beast's mouth.
The dragon lumbered over to the gravel where he and Keegan had slept the night before and dropped the buck. He looked at the rock where Keegan was then shook himself again, creating another great, cold shower. Keegan tried not to yell as the cold water splashed all over him and ran down the rocks he hid behind. He gripped the edge of the rockhe was behind,turning his fingertips white with the strain.
“Terribly sorry,” the dragon said in a deep, warm voice. “That must have been shockingly cold.”
Keegan’s mouth dropped open. The beast had spoken to him! What now? The dragon raised an enormous claw, and, with one swipe, he slit open the dead buck, spilling out entrails all over the gravel. He then opened his mouth slightly, showing the tips of gleaming, enormous ivory teeth, and sent a jet of flames onto the deer. Keegan ducked farther behind the boulder in fear. As the flames made a hiss and the stench of burnt hair stung his nose, a new flow of warmth went throughout the cave.
“I hope that you like your meat well done,” the dragon said, his warm voice reverberating throughout the cave. Keegan raised his head and peeped at the dragon from behind the boulder. The terrible beast looked directly at him with its huge golden eyes.
Keegan ducked behind the boulder again, trembling with fear, remembering all of the tales that his father used to tell him of dragons that would chew people into little bits or burn them alive.
“Please, don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm, youngling,” the dragon said slowly and warmly.
Keegan's fear turned to shock almost instantly. There was something in this dragon’s voice that seemed to take the fear right out of Keegan and replace it with courage. Something in the voice said that this dragon was a wise, old friend. But what if it was a trick? Keegan could not remember his father ever telling him about a talking dragon, so how could he tell this dragon's intentions? There was only one way to find out.
Keegan swallowed hard, stood slowly, and came out from behind the boulder with trembling knees. The smell of the cooked venison came to Keegan's nose and made his shrunken stomach call out to it, despite his fear. The great dragon's face softened, and he seemed to smile at Keegan.
“Please, come and eat, youngling,” he said politely to Keegan.
“What are y-you g-going to eat?” Keegan stuttered, feeling very small as he looked up at the large dragon.
“I will eat what remains after you have had your fill,” the dragon stated calmly.
“Does that include me?” Keegan asked as he swallowed hard.
The dragon raised his head higher as his expression hardened. “No, that does not include eating you,” he answered.
Keegan stared at the dragon for a moment, not sure if he really wanted to believe the word of a beast. His stomach was screaming for food, however, so he decided that, for now, he would just have
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