The Flight of Dragons Page #2

Only by invading his realm and capturing

that cursed red crown from his head.

You may include me.

I will bring the fire of the meteors,

the rage of the seven seas.

What was that all about?

Antiquity will not allow

us to become involved.

The eternal laws of

enchantment expressly forbid

the four magic brothers

from waring on one another.

Oh, quite right.

Terribly sorry.

- But what can we do?

- We must inspire a quest.

With its sacred mission, to steal

the Red Crown Of Ommadon.

We will enlist the aid of

allies who share our beliefs.

Mortals, enchanted folk, beast, dragons.

All such creatures in my

dominion are peaceful.

Hardly suitable.

I can inspire Neptune himself to join

and great whales and serpent of the sea.

Unfortunately, the quest

will be waged on land.

No good brothers, it seems I and I

alone can inspire such a mission.

Whom will you send?

Well first, my old friend

Sir Orin Neville-Smythe,

The Gallant Knight And True.

- And?

- My dragon, Gorbash.

He's young and impetuous but

incredibly strong and brave.

And...? There must be three

to begin a magic quest.

The laws so command.

There will be another.

A leader.

Who?

- I haven't the slightest idea.

- How Then?

Tonight, after you both have

returned to your realms

I will turn to antiquity for the choice.

Its wisdom shall prevail.

Well, whoever Antiquity choose, Your

leader will have his job cut out for him.

I leave him this,

The Shield of Saturn.

Forged from the mystic dust of her rings,

it will deflect any dark magic spell.

I have only implements of peace,

but perhaps he will find the

Flute of Healing Sleep useful.

It is from the

Temple Of The Muses.

When played, it will lull the

most fearsome dragon to sleep.

Thank you, good brothers.

Ommadon will not prevail, and

his crown shall be captured.

- So be it!

- May victory be ours.

Hay, a war at last.

Finally I'll will see battle.

Not a war.

A quest.

Well what ever you call it.

I'm ready for it.

Unfortunately so is Ommadon.

Hear me now Antiquity.

Hear me, oh great conglomeration

of spirits gone before.

Make you will known.

Who shall lead the quest to

capture The Crown Of Ommadon?

Search the future.

He will be the distant

descended of Great Peter

The Dragon Master.

Ah, I have heard legends of Great Peter.

Centuries ago he tamed the dragons

and taught them to speak.

Seven hundred and seventy seven generations

separate Great Peter

from he whom you seek.

But why so many generations

away from the original.

He is the first of the descendants

who is a man of science.

Why should that be important?

TRUST THE JUDGMENT OF ANTIQUITY!

I do, I do. Implicitly.

Tell me in which century

will I find this champion.

Ten hence from this. Our nine thousandths.

That would make it the 20th

century by man's calendar.

The closing decades.

A silver acorn?

Drop it into the Limpid Pool of Time

and you will find him.

And now, farewell.

Are you certain this is

The Limpid Pool of Time?

My dear young fellow, I am one

of the four magic brothers.

I should know a limpid pool

of time when I see one.

Dragons and wizards and

dungeons and princesses.

Dragons and wizards and princesses

and dungeons and castles.

Mr. Dickenson, is this

all you think about?

Never mind what I think,

what do you think of this new

Flight Of Dragons game I invented?

It's fun.

What can I say.

Just a couple of thousand

dollars we can manufacture this

and we'll all be living like kings.

"Just a couple of thousand." he says.

Like it was peanuts.

This is an heirloom. It

must be worth something?

Your heirs didn't loom so big.

If I give you fifty I'd be fired.

Flight Of Dragons, aren't you

writing a book by the same name?

Was,

I don't have time to work on it now.

Not with holding down two jobs

but, if this game sells...

You know something, Mr. Dickenson?

Nothing personal, but

you're a real dragons nut.

They fascinate me.

Always have.

I'm sure they really existed at one time.

See, I'm trying to dope out how they

breathed fire, how they flew, how they...

I take back the nut part.

Your a dragon fanatic.

Right, I eat, breathe, and sleep em'.

I hope to become a member

of England's Dragon Society

and I live here in Boston!

You turn, evil wizard.

Why am I always the bad guy?!?

Nine!

Aha! I got you blocked in

The Enchanted Ice Passage,

frozen stiff.

Yeah, but an 11 we'll give me

dragon fire to melt it...

That's going to be our leader?

That's the seven hundred and

seventy seventh son of...

Antiquity must know.

Trust Antiquity.

How's he going to stand up to Ommadon?

Playing with toy dragons.

Look! Look closely at those small

chessman he's playing with.

The piece the pawn broker

is playing with is Ommadon.

And there's me,... and my brothers.

Dickenson piece is you!

And in the background, Princess Melisande!

Extraordinary!

Somehow, Dickenson knows what

we look like.

Somehow...

Good old Antiquity.

I knew I could trust it.

Gorbash, fly to Silvenair and wait for me.

Tell Melisande to summon

Sir Orin Neville-Smythe.

But where are you going?

Intombley... Varioso...

Custon... Wizar... Kala!

Bring me to him. I insist!

Marvanzio... Kala!

What the heck happened? Hey, are

you deaf or something?

A splendid game.

Come down and joint it.

What?

Untronto... Kala!

Twelve.

There's no beating that.

Come down I say.

Kala.

- What happened?

- I'll explain during the journey.

- Journey?

- Sit down.

Vidzumad... Kala.!

Keep your wits we're almost there.

That's what you said before!

Since those diced burned out it seems

like we've been falling for hours.

Actually it's been more

like ten centuries.

- Welcome home, Carolinus!

- Good old Smrgol!

A dragon!

I'm actually seeing a dragon!

A real dragon?

Call me Smrgol!

Son of a gun, a dragon!

I'm talking to a dragon!

I'll get you down.

A dragon, I'm riding a blooming dragon!

What you call me?

Ow!

- Turn your head!

- Pardon me, I'm sorry.

I've just been singed by dragging fire.

What a great way to travel.

Well, if you don't need me any longer,

I hear the call of my comrades.

A mating dance perhaps Um?

Really, Smrgol. At your age.

You wanted dragons my son,

dragons you shall have.

I'll never understand.

All those toy chessman I carved.

Those dragons and wizards.

How did I know what you look like?

Why question? Just trust Antiquity.

Am I dreaming all this?

Am I on that game board or in reality?

Perhaps somewhere in between.

Imagination is the most

potent of all magic.

Look! Another of your

creations come to life.

- Father! Father!

- The Princess Melisande.

My fairy princess.

Oh, I made her everything I ever

desired in a woman.

Well, what I mean to say.

What you mean to say,

is just what you said.

- Will I meet her?

- Yes.

Oh, but not dressed like that.

Department store Seersucker

all charred by dragon exhaust.

Convento... Circulum Kala.

I hope the fit is correct.

As I explained during the drop,

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