The Flight of Dragons Page #3

my magic is quite limited these days.

Your Highness, may I present, ahh...

Sir Peter.

- Sir Peter, this is the Princess Melisande.

- Your highness.

Oh, you must be he whom my guardian

has sought to save our world.

Ahh, I suppose I am.

- Am I?

- Trust in Antiquity.

Did you summon

Sir Orin Neville-Smythe as I requested?

He'll be here by dawn tomorrow.

Carolinus!, Hello!

Wow! Another one.

Hey, look at what I've been saving.

Its gold, Gold, GOLD!

Oh! That pain again. I've asked

him not to bellow so.

Simply magnificent sight.

But Sir Peter, it is only

Gorbash our house dragon.

House dragon?

Now you've met the entire family.

Gorbash, this is Sir Peter.

Oh yes, how-d'ye-do.

See a soup tureen.

A-A bowl to you, of solid gold.

Really Gorbash.

If you're hoard grows much larger, there

will be no room for furniture in the house.

Blast, that's what I keep telling you.

I need a cave of my own.

Soon enough, when our quest is victorious.

Well ah... Sir Peter old buddy, your

army's better be worth their salt.

We need power.

- My army's?

- Sir Peter has brought no army's.

What? No armies!

Aah,... Will you please.

What good is he? What good is he!

What good is he!

Calm down. Now just

look at yourself.

Release some gas young fellow, at once.

Huh? Oh...

And turn your head.

Extraordinary!

The fiery breath has something to

do with the dragons ability to fly.

- But what?

- I'm certain youll figure it out.

Help!

Help me!

- Uncle Smrgol!

- He's lost his fire! Help him Gorbash!

- What happened, old friend?

- My... My comrades...

My Cronies...

The entire... flight they all...

All turned against me.

The other dragons?

Why?

Because I-I wouldn't denounced you and...

and join Ommadon.

The other dragons have

gone over to Ommadon?

Aye. Aye he's cast a spell on them all.

A flight of dragons to protect his crown.

What a strange use for gold.

Because dragons tend to

ignite ordinary bedding,

they must find a soft

metal to sleep on,

and gold proves

most comfortable for them.

Ah,... hence the dragons need for a hoard.

Ahem. Perhaps we'd better continue

this conversation in my study,

less chance of interruption there.

The Last Realm Of Magic,

My own personal dream.

Wow, what a movie show!

Sit down my son, I've got lots to explain.

So that is Peter Dickenson!

That is the pathetic fool Carolinus

has enlisted to steal my crown.

Still, Antiquity must have had a reason.

Bryagh, fetch me the fool.

And so you were the one person from all

the centuries whom Antiquity has chosen.

They say it is because

I am a man of science?

Well aren't you?

I was at first, honor student,

scholarships, awards, grants, research,

but, how it all bored me.

Who could ponder equations when he

had the chance to imagine dragons?

So I turned my back on it all

and started on my book

"The Flight of Dragons".

"The Flight of Dragons".

Yes, yes here it is.

"The Flight of Dragons"

by Peter Dickenson.

Th...?!?

It's impossible. That's

not even half finished.

Of course not. This is my

library of unwritten books.

See? Beowulf, The Idols Of The King,

Gulliver's Travels, The Tempest,

Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz...

Incredible.

Nice to know you finish it some day. Aye.

Oop, no fare peaking at the end.

You are unique.

A man with one foot

in the realm of magic

and the other in the

realm of science.

Sir Peter, I present you with

The Shield Of Saturn

and The Flute Of Olympus.

Sir, I'm no warrior.

I'm awkward, clumsy.

Not anymore my son,

for I believe you have

found your time and place.

You are too modest, Sir Peter.

Let us toast the quest.

No, no, my dear. Cider makes

evil magic in the stomach.

Oh, poor father...

You know, I had a

professor with your

condition but it had

nothing to do with magic.

It was plain stomach ulcers.

Milk was the only thing that helped.

Milk? Really?

Alas, Gorbash has devoured

every cow with in 20 miles.

Oh father, waist a little magic

and change the cider.

- This toast is important.

- Ah, I suppose you're right.

Kala... Bovinamo!

To the quest!

Amazing!

Aww.

I tried all kinds of spells

and incantations, but...

You see, Sir Peter?

Your science has helped already.

Do you find this

enchanting, Sir Peter?

Beyond my wildest dreams.

If all this is just a game,

I wish to play it forever.

I beg you to take this.

A talisman.

Take it and may it protect you.

You are my champion, Sir Peter.

Bring me back The Red Crown.

Ohhh!

- I'll tell you I smell strange dragon.

- Look, terrible!

Bryagh's capturing your

scientist for Ommadon.

And our quest is over before it starts!

- Father, Gorbash, do something!

- Wait here! Come on!

I'll overtake the swine!

The devil dragon is to swift.

A removal spell is called for

to bring Peter back.

That takes too long.

Let me do it.

I call on all Antiquity

to give me magic enough.

How does it begin?

Carvic crom zoominiy lava.

Yes,

Carvictom... zoomili... lavathol...

Ahh! Father he's dropping Sir Peter!

May our rocks crush your skull.

Untumble... varistone... misaclonis...

madleumrot... Oh the biases! Kala!

What happened?

Where's Peter?

He's Gone!

He's Gone!

Gorbash, your releasing to much fire!

Breathe in! Breathe in!

Come nephew, you can pull

through, keep breathing.

Yeah. Open your eyes.

Ah, h-he'll be

coming around soon.

I didnt have time.

The spell was incomplete.

- I'm certain we'll find Sir Peter.

- Where?

He could be at Loathly Tower, Boston,

or on the moon for all I know.

Uhh.

He's awakening.

Right as reign.

By all that's magic, is the

dragon not a wonderful creature?

Open your eyes boy. Come on.

Come all the way about.

It's me lad, your uncle.

Dont you recognize me?

Uncle? What?

- Melisande!

- I am here, brother.

Brother?...

W-We kissed...

Kissed?

Oh!

What is it child?

Does he knows where Peter?...

He... He...

He is Sir Peter!

Well of course I'm Peter.

By The Beards Of Antiquity!

- I went and merged them!

- Merged?

Peter and Gorbash are one.

Peter is in Gorbash!

Well blast it man, undo it.

I can't undo till I find what

I did in the first place.

But... but where is Gorbash?

He's still inside here with me.

I feel him in the back of my mind,

sleeping soundly right now.

Well, may he rest well till I

figure how to separate you.

This can't be a game.

I-I-I never invented a rule to

cover a situation like this.

Sir Orin Neville-Smythe,

at your service!

I ridden all night.

Before the quest begins,

I hope theirs time for

a good hot cup of tea.

Tea?

Milk.

My Dearest Brothers

Lo Tae Zhao and Solarius;

Today, at noon, began the quest to

capture the Red Crown of Ommadon.

If the urgency of our

mission is never questioned,

yestereve's tragic comedy is proof

enough of our waning magic powers.

For a spell went wrong,

and Sir Peter of Beacon Street,

was merged with my

dragon, Gorbash.

Our quest now contains one

knight, Sir Orin Neville-Smythe

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