|Dark General (standard:fantasy, 1130 words)|
|Author: Salamander||Added: Oct 04 2000||Views/Reads: 2165/1081||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Part 1 of the Dragonlands saga, more Canor and Silvire! Mostly about Canor and Silvire getting more of a bridge between them, if you can call it that.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story enraged Dragonlands ones. There was a loud crash of steel and iron crashing upon itself, then only the utter roar of battle. The armor that had been speaking collapsed into nothing, and Canor was suddenly aware of the huge snake next to him. “Surprised you, didn’t I?” Canor didn’t even twitch. “I remembered the voice. It still rings in my memory, even though it was a while ago.” Silvire looked thoughtful. “Was it, really? Granted, I’ve killed a lot of people, and become a general, and you have a lot more names of the deceased in your little books, but it hasn’t been a long time.” “How did you know I was going to be here?” “Judging that this has been a hot spot for a while, I assumed you’d show up.” Canor snorted in disgust. “You don’t think I came here because of you, did you?” Silvire grinned maliciously in reply. “I figured that you’d be intrigued by the brand new general that Darkling had announced. It was my idea, you know. To not retaliate until they had become foolishly overconfident.” “And I suppose you’re proud?” “Yes, I am. Bleak is destined to become one of the major powers that will fight in the end for dominance, and I helped them on their way. Of course, Dragonlands will always be safe.” “What are you talking about? This is their last stand, and they’re losing.” It was obvious. White troops had completely ripped apart the Dragonlands flanks, and were almost completely surrounding the sadly outnumbered forces of RG. “Dragonlands. Why do you think it’s called that, smart one? We’ve known about it for some time. Of course, Darkling is a politician, not a leader like Raging Glory. He will never be completely eliminated, because he can raise an army from scratch, support and allies where once was enemies. The Dragonlands will even come close to killing Bleak.” Silvire pointed the end of his tail at the horizon. Already, hundreds of the fabled creatures called dragons smashed into the astonished forces of Bleak. “So you’re running?” “I already know how to retreat without losses. Thanks for talking, it’s been fun. Visit me sometime. Here, I’ll write a note.” Silvire snatched a pen and piece of paper from Canor’s pack and scribbled a quick note of admission to Whiteness, and returned both items to Canor. “See you later, fool.” Silvire fell off the branch and on top of RG. He yelled out in a booming voice: “STOP THE FIGHTING! I’ll kill him in an instant if any of you rabble twitch!” The dragons and soldiers stopped their onslaught. “My legion, come with me. I will release him as soon as we are far enough away.” Canor watched the white troops march into the distance. Half an hour later, RG returned, and there was much rejoicing, and all the troops returned back to wherever they had come from. Canor smiled and shook his head. He’d never understand Silvire. He leapt down from the branch, and began to record the names of the dead. Tweet
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