[WP] The old sage spoke, “To conquer the beast; you must first become the beast. “To which Dan responded, “That’s fine and good, But the beast is a fucking zombie robot dragon.”

The old sage spoke”To “To conquer the beast; you must first become the beast.” To which Dan responded, “That’s fine and good, But the beast is a fucking zombie robot dragon.”

Dan gestured with a wave of his right hand, indicating the giant red and silver dragon; while he replaced his hat with his left.

The demonic dragon sat hunched over the remains of his fellow wizards in the empty street behind them.
It’s huge animatronic tail swished side to side.
Blood-red scales hung from sinuous tendons along It’s back, the decaying flesh beneath showing through in purples and greens.

Lucky Dan and elderly wizard had been at the lead of the group when the dragon crashed into the pretty house. Bricks and wood flying all around as they both drove for the cover of the white van. The rest of the wizards weren’t so lucky.

The old man held up a knobbly finger. “Ah…there is, um…there is that.”

Dan opened and closed his mouth a few times spluttering. Throwing his arms up in a gesture of inevitability Dan looked from the upside-down car on fire to his left to the demolished house on his right.

“You’re the fucking high wizard; You’re supposed to be the man. Your fucking Merlin for Christ’s sake. You’re the one we turn to for the answer, and all you give me is ‘be the fucking beast?’ What sort of an answer is that?”

The old sage looked down at his tattered dark-blue robes in defeat.

“I never wanted the job you know.” He sighed and looked up to meet Dan’s eyes.

“All I wanted to do was go traveling, maybe see Australia or some picturesque island in the Caribbean, but nooo.” He shook his head; his grey bread wobbled from side to side.

“No my father put a stop to that, he wouldn’t allow the family name to be wasted on some hippy, go off gallivanting around not a care in the world. No Merlin must always be a leader, always be up there with the elite.” Merlin raised a finger at the air to puncture the point.

Dan could see the hurt in the old boy’s eyes, see the defeat lurking within their sunken depths.

“All right, all right, that sort of talk isn’t going to help us out of this spot now is it? no. Right, that’s better.” Dan patted him companionably on the shoulder.

“Pull yourself together old mate and let’s think how best to kill this thing ok.” Dan placed a finger on his lip and tried to remember any training or spells that would work.

“How about un summoning?”

Merlin didn’t look up from patting off the dust from his robes. “Thought of that, but in order to reverse the spell; you need the original conjurer.”

“Well let’s go get him” Dan knew that something was missing.

“Can’t the dragon ate him first.” Merlin looked up at the sky dreamily.

“Of course, course it did.” Dan nodded his head and continues to think.

“How about a good old fireball?”

“Magic doesn’t work on magical creatures, didn’t you learn anything at the Academy?” Merlin rolled his pale blue eyes.

“Look, old man, what I did at the academy isn’t something you should be concerned about right now; not with a five-ton robotic zombie fucking dragon seating eating the rest of the team out there.” Dan leaped to his feet and paced the small space the back of the van allowed him.

“Well, a fat lot of good any sort of Mundine human weapons will do if a fireball can’t stop it. And if you are sat there fresh out of ideas, and I’m only the new recruit; god knows I’m going to be of any help.”

The old sage raised a knobbly finger again. “You are nothing but raw potential, what you can believe, you can achieve.”

“Not another one of you stupid cryptic quotes. Seriously, when has one of them ever helped?” Dan turned to the old wizard angrily.
“How can you just sit there and go to pieces on me. You’re the top man, for Christ’s sake. I don’t fucking believe this, all the people to be stuck with, and I get the crackpot old fool.”

“Quite” Merlin spat.

“Don’t you tell me….”

Merlin cut off him again. “Quite” Merlin added a finger to his lips for good measure as Dan’s face turned red with anger.

Dan’s rage froze him to the spot as it slowly dawned on him that he wasn’t hearing anything. Sure he could still hear the fire raging in the car, but he didn’t hear the swish of the demonic creature tail, let alone the crunching of his recently departed friends.

That’s when a hot foul smelling wind blew off Dan’s hat.

The wizards shared a terror-filled gaze and then looked up.

If you enjoyed this, why not read:

Reaver’s Army. The Topland Chronicles

or

[PI] Once, when it mattered.

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