Dragon Heart 8
Chapter Eight: A power of Old
Okay I have about four requests for stories if you all know which ill be doing after this chapter so please enjoy this chapter until the request quest week is over! I will do this each mouth for now on so if you didn't get one you may ask. And i think this is one of my best work yet!
"Die you traitor!" the Hunter yelled before Brandon as he slashed his sword toward Brandon's leg, but he saw this and gave a smile. The sword missed him when he rolled to the left, causing the Hunter blade to stick to the ground, moving swiftly to the Hunter Brandon kneed his head hard causing blood to shoot from his nose as he fell backwards. Bringing the very same sword that was to be use to kill dragons, he slammed it in to the Hunter heart; making him gasp one last time before falling limp. Brandon removed the blade as he looked around, and cursed. So many more Hunters and more just seemed to keep coming, it was like if he brought one down, two more would take his place. A large brown dragon went to Brandon back as four Hunters surrounded them both. The dragon growled as the human brought his blade up, and then they both chuckled.
"A good fight?" asked the dragon turning his head to see Brandon nodding,
"A good fight!" they both lunged at the Hunters with blades and claws in the air.
Drake sat on the high grounds with a firm grip on Greydor shoulder. Greydor wanted to look away, but the dragon behind him made him watch. The Hunter leader soon stood beside Drake as he chuckled.
"Not only are these dragons going to be wipe from the Earth!" he chuckled smiling at Drake, an evil smug smile, "But we have you on our side!" Drake smiled as well as Greydor looked away, this time Drake let me keep his eyes off the bloodshed. "And do not worry my new friend," the leader went on, "My men have found your soon to be mate, they should be here soon." Drake chuckled as he nodded, looking down to see a Hunter badly wounded make his way up to them.
"Master...Hunter!" he collapsed on the ground before them as the leader stood over him.
"Where is the dragoness?" asked the head Hunter as his lowly men looked up with pain in his eyes.
"We...had her, we'll my comrades did. I saw it all!" he shook his head, "A man wearing blue and white attack Red and Silver, killing Red as the Dragoness ate Silver head!" he groaned, "I ran as fast as I could here to tell you but...the human wounded me..." his breath became heavy as Greydor started to listen as Drake growled.
"That was your first mistake." Answered the head Hunter, "Never run from a battle; Drake?" the red dragon growled as Greydor shut his eyes, the sound of the Hunter was muffled by the sound of teeth cutting though flesh, it almost sicken him as he started to cry a bit.
"Hurry...daddy." He whispered up to the sky.
Brandon head shot up, he could've sworn he heard someone call for their father; but the voice sounded like Greydor. More dragons stood beside Brandon as the Hunters began to back away, some began to retreat to the woods; but some stayed ready to finish what they started. Brandon arm was bleeding from a stab wound he had received, leaving him feeling woozy; but he stood tall, not ready to give up.
"Stop now!" all of the dragons and Brandon turned to see one of the Hunters, holding a hatchling in grip; chocking it. The small dragon scales were a deep brown, his eyes wide with shock; two horns pushed forward on his head. The dragon cried and squirmed, calling for his mother and father. The brown dragon next to Brandon roared and hissed.
"That's my son you bastard!" he cried hissing, "Release him!" the Hunter only chuckled, bringing the sword to the dragon neck,
"How about I just k..." his arm was cut clean off as Stella roared, the Hunter howled in pain as Vloor dropped on his back, tearing his head off with his huge jaws. The Hunters started to back away more as they saw more of the Elders moving closer toward them. The Hunter only had two choices, stay and fight; and maybe die. Or; run and hide. They started to run as the dragons cheered! The brown dragon ran over at nuzzle his son, a silver dragoness run up to them both in tears. Soon almost every hatching ran out from behind the Elders as the dragons and dragoness ran toward them; but Greydor was not within the group.
"Brandon! Watch out!" The human didn't have time to react as he was slammed in the chest by a powerful swing of a paw. His body rolling and skidding across the blood stained ground until he landed on his feet and groaned. His makeshift eye patch was still warped around him, but his wound on his chest reopened as it began to bleed. Drake landed on the ground with a large thud as every dragon moved to attack him.
"No!" Brandon stood up holding his blade in hand as he struggled to stay on his feet, "Drake is my fight!" The dragons turned to Brandon with shock across their faces until Stella moved toward them.
"Back away, and do not interfere." She commanded as they slowly backed away; making a large circle for the two.
"Mommy!" Brandon looked over to see a small blue dragon with his yellow spicks ran toward a green dragoness, Saira; crying as he did.
"Greydor!" Saira held her son close to her as Brandon hearted stopped, this dragon was Greydor; his son.
"That dragon took me when I was trying to get dad's picture back!" he pointed to Drake but stopped when he saw Brandon, his eyes wide with shock. Brandon turned back to Drake with his sword ready as the dragon before him began to circle around him; he coping his foe movement as he did the same.
"You have guts human." Drake hissed as his tail trashed on the ground, "Fighting me as if you can beat me!" Brandon glared at his enemy with hatred eyes.
"I not here to beat you Drake," Brandon answered moving his feet to match Drake's steps, "I'm here to kill you, to make sure you never harm my wife or child EVER again!" Drake chuckled until he started to howler with laughter, Brandon eyes tighten to a frown as he arm shook.
"Your son?" he asked shaking his head, "He is not your son and you know this!" this time it was Brandon turn to chuckle.
"What is his scale colure?" Drake stopped as he growled,
"What is this? Twenty question? It's blue!" Brandon smiled.
"A few years back I found a Dragon Tear, I touched it." He smiled, "And when I did my arm turned into a BLUE dragon scale!" Drake growled again as Saira watched then turned to Greydor, her eyes tried to image what Brandon would be like as a dragon with his scale were blue, soon she saw Brandon human face match with Greydor. She never seen it before; but Greydor did in fact have Brandon face. She saw it in his cheek bones and his jaw line, but how could that be?
"Enough!" Drake closed the gap between the two as he roared, Brandon rolled out of the way but not before slashing his sword along Drake's side. The dragon howled in pain as the scales where Brandon cut him were broken in half to the point where they almost fell. The human bounced on his feet like a boxer would ready for the next attack, Drake roared louder as he jumped toward Brandon, but Brandon was quicker. Jumping and moving his feet he evaded the attack, twisting and dodging attacks after attacks to the point he looked like he was dancing; tormenting Drake. "Stand still!" but he never, twisting his body she slashed Drake three times across the chest leaving him with three almost claw-like marks. Drake roared again this time hitting Brandon hard. He did keep his feet on the ground but was dragged though the ground as dust flew from the ground; his shirt was ripped clean though almost like a vest now. Brandon gave a few short gasps as he looked up toward the red dragon, his eyes wide as everyone else gasped at what they were seeing. Drake body was glowing a deep blood like red.
Brandon backed away from what he was seeing, as Drake laughed.
"Like my new trick?" he asked as he moved forward, "Only dragons that have reached their full power can reach this new sate of power! And thanks to the Hunters; I have!" he slashed his claw in the air as a beam of red shot toward Brandon's arm, shooting him though like a gun would. Blood shot from his arm as his face become pale, he couldn't move, his body was in shock at what he was seeing. Some of the dragons moved to help, they knew that this was different, but Drake pushed them away with a warning point toward the children; causing them to back away slowly. Brandon breaths become rasp and heavily. The last attack was still draining him as the blood pour down his front arm and back. Kneeling down on his knees he brought his good hand down; dropping the sword in his hand. He heard Drake laugh, but his laugh began to slow until it stopped. Brandon didn't realize he had his eyes closed until he opened them. He was outside of a cave, surround by trees and a lake. His wound was healed even his eye. Standing up he turned around to see a tip of a castle far off.
"Where...am I?" he asked himself.
"You are where you are." Brandon turned around and backed away, but stopped when he saw that it was only a dragon standing before him. The dragon body was huge, even larger then any dragon Brandon had meant in his life, his whole body shone with gold even his wings, horns, and nails; as if someone painted him with gold. His eyes watched Brandon, until he smiled. "Welcome to my home Brandon."
The human backed away more but felt the edge of a cliff behind him as the gold dragon laughed, "Do not fall Brandon, it really is a long way down." The human turned to see the dragon again.
"Who are you?" he asked as the dragon stood over him.
"I have been called many names, Traitor, mate, but I'm sure you know me as Knight?" Brandon jaw dropped, could this really be the knight of the story?
"Your...you're the Knight? The first human to turn dragon?" again the dragon nodded.
"Yes, I am him, a pleaser to meet you." Brandon bowed a bit,
"A pleaser for you? But it the pleaser for me, it not everyday you meet a legend!" the dragon chuckled as he nodded,
"True, or if that Legend wish to help." Brandon was now even more confused. "You wish to help your mate; don't you?" Brandon nodded, "Then listen carefully, I can only keep your soul here in my world for a short time, in that time you will be giving my armour I wore as a human to fight off Drake, and my sword with shield!" he closed his eyes as he touched Brandon chest, he could already feel something enter himself as Brandon closed his eyes. "My skill of the blade will be yours," he whispered in Brandon ear, "take it and fight for your mate, and child." Brandon opened his eyes for a small moment, not to see his body, but to see a yellow dragoness stand beside the Knight of Old as she smiled and nodded.
Drake jumped away from Brandon body as it began to glow a bright blue. He had to cover his eyes as everyone else looked away; when they did look everyone was in awe at what they were seeing. Brandon wore a bright sliver suit of armour, a long blue cape flapping behind him, he wore no helm but his hair grew longer and changed from its dark brown, to a light yellow. A shield bearing the mark of a dragon roaring to the heavens stood in the middle as he brought his deep sliver sword from his holder; pointing it at Drake. Only then did his eyes open, showing deep blue eyes glaring back.
"Now," Brandon said, his voice sounded as if two voices talking at once, "It's my turn!"