((Might as well :) )) The two men finally released their firm grip of Heror's arm with an energetic throw two the ground. Heror glanced up and winced. His armor was tattered, his helmet discarded long before now, and his shield dented. Before him stood a scrawny man. Magician, by the looks of it. He flipped off his hood and revealed his face; pointy ears, small neck. Heror almost laughed. The man spoke. "You've impressed me young knight. I am Galvas, the rightful ruler of this kingdom." Heror sighed and gritted his teeth. This could take a while.
(I am not sure what I'd be writing in the meantime. So unless you have suggestions, just write on through it no matter how long it is?)
((Okay. Feel free to only read the last paragraph, because the rest is just him fighting the dragon.))
The conversation drew on for a short spell longer, and Heror quickly drifted away into his own thoughts. Then Galvas mentioned his pet dragon. That was when the two men picked Heror up by the arms once again and dragged him into a tunnel. At the end was a metal gate, which one guard opened by pulling a lever. They then threw Heror past the gate, and quickly closed it behind him. That can't be good, Heror thought to himself.
He stood up, and ,not paying attention, stepped on a chain. At first he thought nothing of it. Until the chain moved and he saw what was at the other end.
A gigantic, black dragon with beady eyes was just starting to awaken from a nap. And when it saw Heror, he could've swore that it licked its lips. Its neck uncoiled from its sleeping position, and it stood on its hind legs, flapping its wings to throw Heror off balance. Then it lunged in.
Heror stumbled, rolling backward on the ground, and barely missing the dragon's razor sharp teeth. He stood quickly and started to reach for his sword... when he realized he didn't have one. He swore at Galvas and manuvered to avoid another attack by the dragon.
The dragon shifted its position and stomped on the ground, and lashed at Heror with its mouth, but Heror's shield deflected the blow. Heror thought frantically. He didn't have a weapon. Only a shield. So how could he defeat the dragon? Thats when he noticed a royal blue cloth running around the perimeter of the inside of the arena. But it was too far up for Heror to reach. Unless...
Heror quickly jumped onto the dragons back, and climbed up onto its head. Despite the dragon going crazy, Heror still managed to stay on, and grabbed the cloth, then tied it around the dragon's neck. He heard words in his head, but they weren't his thoughts. Like some voice in his head was asking, what are you doing, human?
The dragon went hysterical, trying to break free of the cloth, and so it levitated and started to fly off. Instead of the cloth ripping off, it took a section of the arena with it before falling off the dragon's back.
The dragon now steadied as Heror sat on its back. Had he tamed it? He quickly remembered the princess; how she had the magical rings that were special to her family. That was what Galvas was after. He quickly veered back to the city. He had to find Princess Claire.
Claire paced in her dark cell, trying hard to come up with a way of escape. Her magic would be strong enough to unlock the door, but then there was the matter of all the guards swarming. She wished there was a distraction or something. And then she got her lucky break.
"There's been an incident in the arena! All men to assist lord Galvas!" Someone called. The men at her cell started to leave, and Claire prepared to unlock the door, but then one stopped. "I will stay to watch over the princess." He told the others and sent them on their way.
Claire nearly groaned but refrained, sitting on the cot and sighing. So much for that idea. Maybe if she was lucky Galvas was dead and they would return their loyalty to her.
Galvas was outraged. He flailed his arms and stomped. "That was my dragon!" He shouted indifferently. "And the arena! I thought the chains were secure!"
A guard quickly ran up to Galvas, petrified as if he had seen a ghost.
"Lord Galvas, he's coming back!"
Sure enough, Heror was. He swooped down close to the ground and shifted his head in each direction at regular intervals. He didn't see many people about the streets, except for guards. Heror had been one of them once. But unlike them, he kept his loyalty with the royal family. But now it was only the royal daughter.
After a few dissapointing sweeps and close calls with barrages of arrows, Heror landed his dragon in an abandoned building far from the action and dismounted. If he was going to find the princess, he would have to do it on foot. He turned to his dragon. "I'll be back soon, hopefully," he said.
Hurry, the dragon merely said in Heror's mind. Heror smiled at his newfound ability, still a bit shocked at it, and exited the structure. The prison was where they were most likely holding the princess. He decided to start by heading in that direction.
Claire waited and waited. She wanted her oportunity to escape to come soon. She hoped Galvas would stay distracted by whatever was going on out there. It was only a matter of time before He'd come to kill her like the rest of her family, in the final ritual to take her power.
Finally, her true lucky break came. A riot began somewhere else and the guard was forced to go help since they were so short-handed. He made sure to take his keys with him, but then Claire didn't need the keys. She waited until he was gone and focused her energy. The door unlocked and swung open, making her smile. "Now to just get out of here..." She whispered.
Heror was about to turn onto the prison street when a guard noticed him and attacked. Heror, remembering his lack of a sword, quickly bashed the man and firmly held his head in both hands. "Is there no one loyal to the King??" He shouted before knocking the man unconscious. He turned the corner and walked right into a riot. How would he find Claire now?
Claire managed to sneak out of the prison, although it wasn't easy work. She weaved about the crowd, wearing a cloak she'd found on her way out. But then she bumped into a guard and her heart stopped. She thought she was caught, but she realized this guard had no sword. She stared at him, frozen and afraid he was going to sound the alarm. She didn't realize Heror was still loyal to her.
Heror was scanning the crowd, looking for the princess, when he bumped into her without knowing. He looked up to see a woman wearing a cloak. He thought about dismissing them and continuing the search, but they didn't seem to be working for Galvas. "Excuse me," he said. "But I must find Princess Claire, have you seen her?"
"N-no..." She stuttered, trying and failing to disguise her voice. She still thought he was against her. She backed away from him, trying to find an escape route.
Heror was about to walk away, when he turned back around, suspicious. He noticed her trying to escape and before she could, he flipped her cowl off. Sure enough, it was Princess Claire. He was shocked, and started to say her name, but he remembered the hostile territory he was in, and flipped her cowl back on, pulling her into an old building by the street. He restrained her so she couldn't run away. He didn't want her to run right into an enemy guard. "I'm on your side!" He said when the got into the building. "I came here to look for you. I'm here to help you."
Claire whimpered and struggled a little until she heard what he had to say. "You're here to help me?" She bit her lip. :Can you help me get out of here? Away from Galvas?"
Heror released her and nodded. "Yes, I can," he said. He eyed her hand and looked back at her. "Do you have the ring?" He asked. He was skeptical, however. They would've taken it from her undoubtedly.
"Yes. The ring cannot be removed from my person, even in death, without a special ritual. Otherwise the power is lost." She drew out a chain around her neck on which was the ring. "Preparing for each ritual takes time, so I was safe for the moment."
"Your not safe until you get out of the city," Heror said, about to walk out the door when a guard approached on horseback. Heror pulled Claire behind the wall and peeked out. The man on horseback rode by, shouting. "All guards to the perimeter of the city! The princess has escaped! The princess has escaped!" Heror watched as a crowd of guards dispersed and spread out in the distance.
Claire put the ring back away and bit her lip. "How are we going to get out of here?" She asked softly.
Heror smiled a bit. "I have a ride waiting," he said before pulling Claire onto the road. He didn't have a lot of experience flying the dragon, but it was their only way out of the city at this point.
"What do you mean? They'll surely catch us going through any of the gates..." Claire had no idea what awaited her, waiting for the return of its new master.
Heror just smiled even more, and eventually, after a small journey through a network of alleyways, he returned to the abandoned building. He opened the door, and was not surprised to see his new dragon there. "True, but I don't think they'll be able to catch us when we're through the gates," he said with a grin.
Claire's jaw dropped as she stared at the dragon in astonishment. "You...you can control him...?" She asked, looking at him. "You're a dragon whisperer?"