• ......Fire...... ......Smoke......


    Django's head was buzzing by the time he came to. And his awakening reception was none better. He rose to the sound of shouting soldiers and the screams of villagers. Although he was unconscious he had seen this kind of thing before and knew just what it was that had caused this much damage... A dragon... Rising to his feet, Django was hailed by one of the soldiers that was defending what was left of the village...
    "You there! Grab a bucket and help with those fires! That beast crossed the mountain and the chief is worried its coming back!" without hesitation Django ran to the well and began lowering the bucket and thats when he heard it. It sounded like nothing he had ever heard before. Something guttural and vicious. Like something out of a bad dream...

    Without hesitation, Django turned to face what approached him and as he did he saw it. The beast dropping altitude and heading for HIM... "FUS... RO...." BOOOOOOM!!!!! the well beside lay in ruin as the dragon muttered a few words and sent forth a force unimaginable. Yet Django stood unphased by what he witnessed and in one swift motion the young lad drew his fathers bow and a glass arrow. "Steady now" he heard the echoes of his father "Just because you think you have a good shot doesnt mean you FEEL you have a good shot. Wait for the right moment" BOOOOOM!!!! another wave knocked what was left of an awning down which lay near him. Yet his feet remained planted. Feeling the warmth and softness of the wolf hide bracers brushing his face as he knocked and drew an arrow Django stood ready to lay pain upon that which had caused all this suffering... his stomach turned as he got a good look at the eyes of the beast and in one fluid motion his fingers lightened their grip and the arrow went whistling through the air towards its target....

    The moments seemed to pass for an eternity before he heard the beast cry out in pain and Django knew he had found his mark. Without notice the beast began somersaulting in the air as it tried to loose the arrow from its eye and with a mighty crash plowed through the horse stables no more than a few yards from him. But he knew it wasnt over. Almost as fast as it had hit the ground the beast tried to free itself from the wreckage and Django saw his opportunity. He sprang forth with Shimmershard drawn and mounted the beast's neck. With a few quick thrusts of the blade he had rendered the creature blind and in a moment of sheer splendor he brought the dagger into the beasts head,ending its suffering, as well as that of the villagers.... As he walked back towards the group of guards in the center of the small village something happened. He heard a wooshing noise and as he turned to look, the remains of the stable became aflame as plumes of inferno stretched towards the setting sky and what appeared to be waves of energy wafted towards him. Thats when he heard it, A language he had never heard before but recognized as if he'd been speaking it his whole life... all he could hear was that cryptic voice the dragon spoken chanting the same thing over and over again... "well played Dovakiin" and as soon as the lights surrounded him and the ghastly voice spoke it was gone.... and the guards looked as confused as he was....


    Out of nowhere Django heard one of the villagers cry out "ALL HAIL THE DRAGONSLAYER!" As the villagers erupted into an ocean of cheer and applause... yet Django was more preoccupied with what the voice meant and what this new power he felt was......






    Well thank you for those who actually made it to the end of this excerpt. Let me know if you want more and please rate it! thank you!