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Dark Dragon: Breaking the Seal
by PJ


Chapter 4

	Jordan eyed the barred double doors of the sanctuary one more time while Gema
placed a white candle on the floor before lighting it.  A pattern of gleaming
candles lay in the center of the chamber, creating flickering shadows that made
the general flinch instinctively.  Gema checked over her handiwork, smiled
grimly with satisfaction, then strode carefully into the center of the candle
lattice.  The red-maned girl clasped her hands in front of her, then began
whispering under her breath, her eyes squeezed shut with concentration.  

	Jordan held the hilt of his sheathed sword uneasily, the shadows along the
walls tickling the edge of his vision as he guarded over the young princess'
invocation.  The low murmurs and growls of the Orks outside the sanctuary
slowly faded away, replaced with a heart-pounding silence that made a thin
sheen of perspiration appear on Jordan's tanned brow.  Thunder rumbled in the
distance, slowly advancing until the chamber walls gently shook with the force
of the cacophony.  Gema's hair swirled around her back, then rose up to her
shoulders.  The girl's lips moved faster and faster, her pulse raced as the
magick drew closer to her summons.  A peal of thunder slammed against the room
like a catapult shot, forcing Jordan to grasp a nearby wall for support.  The
warrior wished there were windows to look out of, but the chamber was
surrounded by smooth, grey-faced walls of stone.  A nimbus of ruby light
appeared around Gema, it pulsed with life and power as more and more magick
poured out of the widening Seal.
	Gema groaned with ecstasy, she threw her thin arms apart, trying to embrace
the awesome magick that flooded through her body.  She leaned her head back,
licking her dry lips while moaning with sensual pleasure.  The princess
levitated into the air, burning like a great bonfire, dripping with flames of
magick.  Jordan covered his eyes with his right arm, the heat of the escaping
magick gently warming his armored body.

	"It's mine.  The magick is all mine," murmured Gema with a moan, sweat beading
on her face.  "Everything will be mine."

	Jordan slammed against the wall behind him when a spear of magickal flame dug
into the stone floor of the chamber, blasting a narrow tunnel to the very base
of the sanctuary.

	"Gema!  Shut off the flow!" shouted Jordan in mild panic.

	 "No, I want more," groaned Gema, her mind lost in bliss.  The nimbus of
magick around Gema flared again, searing the robe from her body, leaving her
naked and glowing like a dread goddess.

	"Gema!  Stop it!" ordered Jordan, the rising heat slowly burning his skin.

	Annoyed at Jordan's imperious tone, Gema attempted to close the breech she had
made.  The princess frowned when nothing happened, so she concentrated harder,
using the constrainment spells she had learned from her ancient books.  Gema
screamed in agony when the magick lashed back, hurling her from the air into
the left- hand wall.  Jordan winced when he heard a sharp snap echo from the
impact.  The general ran to the limp girl's side, then stared when he
discovered her head lying at an odd angle.  Jordan slowly turned around to face
the pillar of fire growing from the center of the room, expanding out towards
him, consuming everything around it.

	"So much for ruling the world," said Jordan softly to himself before the
flames washed over him.


	Dark Dragon slept lightly in his dank lair, the bones and rotting remains of
many young women strewn around his black, reptilian body.  The worm snorted
sharply, then raised his head, his eyes glowing violet with power.

	"Some fool has broken the Seal.  How wonderful!" grinned Dark Dragon with
delight, his upper fangs gleaming with saliva.  The dragon walked on all four
legs out of the deep, crudely dug cave, then spread out his wings as he emerged
into the warm, clear night.   

	

	Dark Knight looked up at Dark Dragon's emergence, his gauntleted right hand
withdrawing from Rachel's upraised ass.  The black-armored warrior rose to his
feet, then awaited his master's orders.

	"Climb upon my back, we have business in the East," rumbled Dark Dragon while
he regarded the horizon to the south of his lair mouth.

	The knight silently crawled up Dark Dragon's hind leg to his spined back, then
found a smooth place to sit just before the worm caught a rising wind and shot
up into the twinkling sky.  Rachel wrapped her black robe around her naked
body, watching her serpentine master wheel about and fly east, to King
Flannar's lands.

	
	Dawn was slowly approaching when Mythas and Laurana emerged from the bushes. 
Victoria lay in her bedroll, teeth clenched tightly to hold back the anger
boiling in her chest.  Mythas was kneeling down to re-kindle the fire when the
black-haired elf woman shot up into a sitting position and turned to face her
two companions.

	"How could you?  With your own sister?!" snarled Victoria.

	"I believe humans do it from time to time," shrugged Mythas unrepentantly.

	"We're elves!  We're better than humans!" spat Victoria as she shot up to her
feet, hands clenched into trembling fists.  "Our culture is centuries older
than theirs!  Have we sunk so low, become so decadent?"

	"You're not exactly an icon of virtue either," retorted Mythas gently as
flames crackled back to life.  "I knew of your reputation with Rodger before I
hired you."

	"Fucking humans is one thing, but incest with our own kind is another,"
observed Victoria with arms crossed over her breasts.

	"I love Laurana, and she loves me.  It's only natural that we express our love
physically as well as with words," said Mythas with a gentle glance at his
younger sister.
"I think you've been with humans too long, you're adopting their quaint
taboos."

	"That's it!  You can have your job back, I'm leaving," replied Victoria before
she bent down to retrieve her bedroll.

	"That's your answer to everything, run away," said Mythas with a shake of his
head.  "You did the same thing with Rodger, remember?"

	"Shut up.  I'm glad I never went back to Elfin Wood if this is what it's like
now," retorted Victoria before she marched to her tethered horse.

	"That horse is ours," whispered Laurana into her brother's left ear.

	"Let her have it, she's too good a swords-woman to make an issue about it,"
replied Mythas.  "Let's pack up and get going."

	Victoria secured her saddlebags, then jumped into the saddle.  Glancing once
more at her two fellow elves, Victoria frowned sadly, then snapped her mount's
reins, galloping swiftly to the west.


	Rodger led the squad of Royal Guard across the grassy plain, the sun slowly
rising from the horizon behind them.  The black and white-streaked stallion
beneath him pounded the rich earth as it ran, propelling the grim-faced warrior
towards the domain of the evil worm, Dark Dragon.  Rodger briefly touched the
jeweled pommel of his sword, Nightbane, the silver hilt shining in the
brightening sunlight.  The fighter returned his watchful gaze to the plain
before him, his mouth set in determination to rid the land of the blood-thirsty
serpent.

	The soldiers traveled many leagues, heading towards the fortress of Sentinel
when a large, winged silhouette rose into the air and began flapping towards
them.  Smoke plumes curled into the blue sky, growing larger and larger as the
jewel on Nightbane began to glow with a bright inner light.

	"Sentinel's been attacked," remarked one of the Royal Guard.  "I hope they
held the worm off."

	"This time I don't think so," replied Rodger just before Dark Dragon vomited a
huge, purple stream of fire from miles away, the molten beam chewing deep into
the earth as it slid towards the armored squad.  

	"Split up!" ordered Rodger as he drew Nightbane and charged his horse to the
left.  

	Two soldiers were too slow, they screamed briefly before the purple fire
stream incinerated their bodies and steeds, not even leaving ash to mark their
passing.  Dark Dragon roared over the remaining four guardsmen and Rodger,
tilting slightly to the right so an armored form could dive down.  Dark Knight
landed on both booted feet, drew two long swords, then charged the nearest
soldier.  The guard was still unsheathing his weapon when Dark Knight slashed
into him, opening wide rents into his stomach.  Before the first guard fell
limply from his horse, Dark Knight leapt at his next foe, knocking aside his
weak thrusts before burying both blades in the man's innards.  Dark Dragon
hovered in the air, watching with amusement as his servant butchered the King's
best warriors.  Rodger dismounted from his steed, then advanced on Dark Knight,
Nightbane glowing with a pure, white radiance.

	Dark Knight dispatched the last guardsman with a slash to the throat, then
spun when he sensed the magick in Rodger's sword.  Rodger mockingly saluted the
obsidian- garbed knight, then launched a series of swift swipes at his
opponent.  Dark Knight parried the blows easily until Nightbane shattered his
own black steel sword.  Rodger didn't give the undead warrior a moment to react
before impaling him through the breastplate.  Silver sparks gushed over Dark
Knight's form as the shining blade slid into his ghostly body, destroying his
evil existence.  

	Dark Dragon roared in anger as he watched Dark Knight's empty armor clatter to
the ground.  Rodger spun to face the dragon, his blade burning with righteous
vengeance.

	"That bitch Nightmane couldn't kill me with that knife, you won't either,"
snarled Dark Dragon before he inhaled deeply, then blew out a second stream of
violet plasma.

	Rodger dived to the left, then flung out Nightbane.  He watched as the sword
spun end of end, spinning like a lethal wheel before it bit deeply into Dark
Dragon's belly.  The worm screeched in agony, then shuddered when his break in
concentration released the magick, allowing it to burst forth.  Rodger was
blown off his feet as Dark Dragon exploded, a purple ball of flame consuming
his oily, scaled flesh.  The ball of flame expanded into a hollow ring, roaring
out in an ever-widening circle until it disappeared from sight.  Rodger rose
slowly into a sitting position, then sighed with relief.  He jumped to his feet
when he heard galloping come from behind him.

	"Need a ride, handsome warrior?" smiled Victoria from the vantage of her
mare's back.

	"I do indeed, fair lady," grinned Rodger happily at the sight of his love.

	"This time we're definitely going to the southern isles," insisted Victoria
before she helped Rodger climb into the saddle behind her.

	"Wherever you go, I shall follow," promised Rodger as he wrapped his arms
around Victoria's slim waist.

	"Then let's go," declared Victoria with a snap of her horse's reins, urging
the beast south across the green, vibrant plain.

The End.

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