This part of Chapter 1, most likely, of The Unknown Dragon, my nanowrimo attempt from last year. This is the first words I wrote for the book, and since this scene is rather long, I thought I just give the first half. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Comments much appreciated. 🙂 #teasertuesday
“I am the dragon,” the small creature said, lifting its head from a book it had its nose buried in.
“You’re the dragon? You’re kinda small,” a girl said, looking at the small lizard-like creature with a poof of white fluff at the top of its head that seemed to move of its own accord.
“I am a perfectly normal sized dragon,” it said. “I’ll have you know.” Its eyes looked huge through the glasses balanced precariously on its nose.
“But I thought dragons were big!” she said, looking disappointed. The dragon noticed she looked fresh, like after a climb, in the orange light her torch cast.
“Dragons? No, we’re not particularly big. You must mean wyrms. Those pitiful things,” he said putting the book and glasses down. He wrinkled he nose at the smell of the torch burning.
“A wyrm! Wyrms are big, but not particularly scary.”
“Are you sure you’re a dragon?”
The creature turned to her, rolling its eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, I am a dragon. And I’ll have you know, I’m over seven-hundred years old. And descended from the great Ryhndhl. You may have heard of him?” He gazed over at his book.
The girl looked confused, then giggled. “No. Never heard of him.”
“I’m not surprised. Thinks wyrms are dragons. Humans are so silly. Well what did you come for anyway?” he said, his full attention now on her.
“I came seeking the dragon Thryndyn,” she said, somewhat formally.
“As I said before, that’s me.”
“Well, how in the world am I supposed to ride you? You’re awfully small to carry my weight.”
“Ride? Ride? Do I look like a pack mule to you? No one rides dragons.” He looked incredulous, as far as an over-grown lizard could look. “You must have hit your head somewhere along the way over here. Humans. Riding dragons! That’s the best joke I’ve heard all year!”
“But how am I supposed to—”
“Supposed to what? Parade around saving some pathetic town or other with hot flames?” he snorted, an odd sound.
“Well, I hadn’t really thought it through, but that was the plan I guess,” she said, scratching her head.
“Ho ho!” The creature floated up off the ground, and rest its head in its hand. “I suppose I could help you. You are rather dense compared to some humans I know, but you’ve been a great amusement to me so far. I haven’t had this much fun in years!”
“You’re, you’re floating!” she looked at him and could not help but point.
“Yes. I thought everyone knew that dragons could fly. Where do they find these girls?”
“But you have no wings.”
The creature rolled its soft yellow eyes, yet again. “Of course! I know that. I don’t need wings to fly. I have magic. Dragons are a magical.”
The girl sat down on the rough ground of the cave. “How am I supposed to save my friends and family?”