The Flight of Dragons Page #6

all is still.

Aah!

- What is it child?

- Something looms.

Huge, terrifying. With two mad

eyes, where three once were.

The ogre.

Ommadon has sent the Ogre Of Gormli Keep.

- Smrgol, look!

- Um? Ach'. What a terrible mess.

- Did we?

- Don't-don't admit to anything.

Look! The Innkeeper.

Murdered. It's horrible.

I smell ogre.

Help! Over here!

Giles, are you all alright?

I'm near parboiled to a fare-thee-well.

But I sooner be cooked

than crushed by that thing.

- Tell me what happened man?

- I hid in the soup when I first heard him.

He reached in the window and took Danielle

and Sir Orin from where they lay.

- Then off he goes.

- Where to?

The dungeon at

Gormli Keep no doubt.

They're to hold them till Ommadon decides

what foul deed to perform on um.

Oh no.

A fat lot of good I am at this quest.

Overcome by the Sand Murks and

trapped by the elves net.

And then a stupor when the ogre attacks.

Now, now Peter, you've got a job to do.

And you'll do it.

What's that?

You must take the Ogre Of Gormli Keep.

Let me tell you something

about how to fight ogres.

- You listening?

- Yes.

Good.

First thing to know this

about the bones in an ogre.

They're thick, you see an

ogres arms and legs are,

are mainly bone. That's

why biting is no use.

And their flesh don't burn.

So save your fire.

Aww, If this were my game

and I face these odds,

I'd just fold up the board

and put it on a shelf.

Ahh, Please continue.

Let's see, hopefully,

throw him over a cliff,

If no cliff, go for the throat or stomach.

Never let him get a grip.

I-I'd take him myself but,

age has gotten to me.

I know, sir.

- Huh? You mean I should?

- No sir!

Well, don't tell anybody

what I just confess.

Ah, there it is.

Gormli keep.

Now you hold back and hide in the brush,

we'll need the horse when we free um.

Ay, now, call him out.

Give him the challenge.

- Ahh, what's his name?

- Huh? It don't matter with an ogre.

Hey, you will suffice.

Hey you, come on out and fight!

Go to it lad. Go do it! Now!

Charge him, hit his chest,

knock him over the wall.

Strength, give me strength!

No lad! Nooo.

What are you doing?

Aw, bad no.

You let it get a grip on ya!

Aw, blazes!

Hey, Hey You.

Let that schoolboy go.

Ahh, Ommadon coming.

You think he can help you?

- S-S-Smrgol?

- Yes.

Aw, that a,... a back side maneuver, I a...

Will that was, one I'd...

uhh, failed to mention.

Easy, easy old friend.

I think...

I think something's,... burst inside me.

I think my heart's gone laddy.

But, but I-I did do him in huh?

Yes! Yes you certainly did.

What I dreamt,

to have a way, to finish it glorious...

And so they move through Gormli Gate.

Old Smrgol. Oh, I shall miss you friend.

And lo, they enter...

The Realm Of The Red Death.

Easy Lancer, easy boy.

Just a stagnant stream.

We can ford it.

Wait, I know that smell.

Don't go near it!

Daniel, take one of your arrows

and shoot it into the stream.

Waste an arrow?

Will need all we have.

I'd do as he says.

By my father. What is that slime?

Dark magic, that's what! Dark magic!

Maybe, but is also highly corrosive acid.

Much stronger than anything

I ever ran into at the lab.

It's got a sulfur base though

that's what I smelled.

You do speak in riddles old man.

What's causing the horrible muck?

What is it?

A Worm Of Sligoth.

Never saw one that big.

If Lancer can get me in

and out quickly enough,

I believe I can behead the scummy thing.

Wouldn't do any good,

Chop it up into 100 parts and each

one would live to spread the slime.

- Do we make a run for it?

- Too chancy.

- Oh, of all the filthy.

- Steady lass.

Peter, fly the others away.

I'll remain and do what I can.

I'll not take flight.

Either I'll have worm for supper

tonight or worm sups on wolf.

No, there's a better way.

Peter, are you intact?

Yeah, used up all my fire though.

No lift left.

Dont know if anyone's though of

this but, after that display,

Ommadon sure to know we're here.

These replicas of our visitors are

exact, to the smallest detail.

Perhaps they can handle

ogres and worms.

But see how they fair with

the evil arts of Ommadon.

No, no! Most terrible!

What is it daughter?

What does your mind see?

A grasping hand, dark and fearsome.

To rob them of their

will and courage.

To take their hearts and

extinguish all hope.

A spell, an evil black magic spell.

Press on you say? What's the use?

- This cause is hopeless.

- Aye.

- We've killed a worm. What's that?

- Wait, what are you talking about?

I'm just a little man,

but my foolishness is great.

I belong in the trees,

the forest, not here!

My arrows, no matter how true

what good are they here?

I don't believe my ears!

Fool! Trick back Carolinus

to bring us here.

They are bewitched surly.

Listen, Peter of Beacon Street.

Listen to me, before it gets to you.

What?... Who?... A blue wizard?

Solarius!

Was the Shield of Saturn not given to you?

The shield?... Oh yes, Carolinus said...

It will protect you from Ommadon's spells.

Find the shield son, and drive

this obscene force away.

Easy boy, easy!

Away! Away!

What's this?

How dare he?

How dare he?

Yes, Bryagh.

It's your turn now.

You and your legions.

Attack!

Demolish!

Devour!

Burn!

Grind them to dust!

Go forth and death be thy destination!

Doom. Doom.

A Flight of Dragons!

I COMMAND IT!

A FLIGHT...

OF DRAGONS!

Doom. Doom.

Doom. Doom.

- Look!

- Dragons!

Dozens of them. Hopeless.

It may be hopeless, but, I'll take

a few of them before they get me.

- Let me take Bryagh.

- If I die, let me die a dragons killer.

No offense Gorbash,

but I suddenly hunger for dragon.

Wait, we've got a chance.

Sir Orin, in your saddle pack, the

tiny golden flute. Give it to Giles.

Now elf, pipe us a tune.

Quickly!

- And they are down, all the dragons.

- Destroyed?

- Asleep.

- But an enchanted sleep.

When they awaken, Ommadon

spell over them will be broken.

They will join us!

The Red Crown of Ommadon may soon be ours.

Nay father, nay.

One still is awake.

Bryagh. Ommadon's power over him

is stronger than Lo Tae Zhao's.

He has blood on his mind

and can take them all.

Peter will fight him.

No, father. Peter being a dragon,

now sleeps too.

Awaken old boy. We've won!

I've never seen such a sleep.

Puny scum of Carolinus!

Prepare to die!

No!

Oh my darling,...

Dead.

I'll crush you both, you filthy crawley!

Aah!

Giles, my darling Daniel, and Aragh too!

Blade, with whom I have lived.

Blade, with whom I now die.

Serve right at justice, one last time.

Seek one last heart of evil.

Still one last live of pain.

Cut well old friend, and then,...

farewell.

Praying?

Now die.

I would have... lived a

life with thee Lassy.

So now I die.

I am victorious.

Not quite yet.

Well, well, well.

The scientist!

And how did you shed dragon,

filthy little man thing?

As Gorbash slept, I suddenly

felt myself, Peter Dickenson.

And I thought, "Two things cannot occupy

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