54. Black Tail

So far I haven’t told them that I had seen a spiked tail in my vision. So, I took a piece of paper and drew the tail on it. Everyone kept looking at me, awaiting for what I was drawing. Then I shoved the tail on the middle of the table and put my finger on the page.

“That’s why I know they are there. When I was in the mountains, I had heard roars from what sounded like a creature so large that I think it’s the owner of the tail I saw in my vision.” I said and I looked at Archeops, hoping he would know what kind of creature it was.

“You couldn’t have seen that!” He said, but I didn’t reply to it, as the evidence of it was on the table.

“Are you sure you haven’t heard a rhydian’s roar?” Brock asked me now.

But I told him that it’s roar was heard from far away, as I sat on the field near my cave. It couldn’t have been on the side where I had explored every bit already, so it must have been on the other side of the opposing ridge. And rhydians weren’t able to roar that loud, for their voices to reach over the ridges.

“Besides that, from the story she told us, both Orcs and Humans were at that camp. So, it’s only logical that the camp is near the border, if not on it.” My dad said and then both Brock and Archeops didn’t have any other thing to say, to refute my arguments. But I still wondered what kind of creature the tail belonged to, so I asked them again.

“If - and that would be a big ‘IF’ – this specific creature is still alive, then you wouldn’t be able to control it, as no one ever has. So, don’t even try to do that when we go there, it’s too dangerous.” Archeops had answered me with a clear and firm tone.

“Arch is right, I know you can control Rhydon and you are an amazing hunter, but it would be too dangerous to try and control this creature. I know I can’t hold you here, nor would I want to, as we have an advantage with your abilities. But please love, don’t try to control that one.” My dad nodded as Brock said that to me.

“What the fuck is it then??” I asked, fed up with waiting to get to the part that mattered!

My dad sighed and begged for me to not try and tame it, unhappily I promised I wouldn’t.

“It’s an obsidian dragon.”

A what now? Dragons live on Zenora? My jaw had dropped to the floor. I knew that I would come across different species and mythical beings ever since I saw that Orc scout, but never would I have dreamt of seeing a dragon!

I had hoped that it would still be alive and asked Archeops why it wouldn’t be. He explained that the scales from an obsidian dragon are one of the hardest, toughest things to find on Zenora and they could be made into a strong armor. The scales would grow back eventually but it took too much time for harvesters to wait, and taking care of such a ferocious creature isn’t worth that time. As a result they were just killed on sight, if possible, and then stripped from their highly-valued scales.

Just like the beautiful furs of the rare creatures that Archeops had told me about earlier, dragons were hunted for their scales, so not many are still alive.

The men wanted to discuss their plans of attacking the rebel camp and brought in Dennis as well. Dennis is one of the best warriors Brock has and since he was still the royal guard, he should be informed about this. He couldn’t believe that there might be a dragon at the camp.

I yawned, being quite late as it was now. Brock noted for me to go to bed, he’d be joining me as soon as they had finished the basics of their plan. It was fine with me, I don’t have the experience to talk about tactics and I felt really tired.

Half-way to my room I made a detour, getting some food from the kitchen. While walking through the corridors I got thanked a few times by servants, they bowed to me gracefully before continuing their chores. After seeing a few servants act this way, I found out that they were really happy, as they could share their workload with the other servants. I guess Natalya, had my watch put to good use already.

I changed into one of Brock’s shirts, that was hanging in the closet of my room. Over the days his clothes found their way here, as he slept here more than in his own room. His shirt smelled like him and I liked the comfort of it.

My stomach started to rumble as I wanted to step into the bed. I guess I was hungrier than I thought, and ate some of the mashed potatoes and peas. I didn’t eat the bacon, even though I wanted to a few moments ago, it smelled really awful now. Probably not cooked good enough or something.

I pushed my plate on the nightstand and dug myself under the blankets. It was a bit cold and I hoped that Brock would join me soon to warm me up. Then I went to get another blanket out of the closet and went back to bed. I fell asleep while thinking about how the dragon would look like.

Brock’s point of view:

After a few hours of planning and talking about tactics and backup plans, we ended our conversation and I got to Emily’s room. She was probably asleep, so I went in without knocking and frowned at what I saw. I could see a pile of blankets on top of each other and she was sleeping underneath it. Walking around the bed I saw her plate on the nightstand and ate a slice of the left over bacon. Servants had brought us some food in the war room, but I couldn’t let good bacon go to waste.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead and smiled at how she was sleeping. Snoring and drooling on her pillow, while at least three blankets and a fur cloth were laying on top of her. Miles laid on the edge of the bed at her feet, snoring as well. I gave him a good bristle through his fur but he kept sleeping. Without clothes I crawled in bed behind Emily and held her close to me. I noticed that she put on one of my shirts and I liked it. She woke up from my touch, turned around and started kissing me ferociously. This wasn’t something I’d let go to waste either, so I took control and laid on top of her, shoving the extra blankets on the floor.

I was pleased to feel that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath my shirt. I pushed the shirt upwards and took it off. Then I started to kiss her breasts and nibble at her stiff nipples. She was easy to arouse by my touch and I liked it. Her soft skin and strong muscles underneath it, made her look divine. The other women I had before, were weak and not able to withstand my passion, but Emily? She was a rock, she could handle every action and then she still even asked for more.