Dragon Shield Walking with ShadowsDragon Shield
an illustrated tale
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    With one swift pull, Garadaine unsheathed the sword from the dragon’s shoulder, throwing the knight tumbling onto the ground as the dragon reared up, roaring loudly into the sky.  Garadaine scrambled to his feet, desperately trying to get away from the enraged creature.  His feet sliding under him, unable to get traction, he made it only a few feet away from the creature before it looked back down to earth, staring down at the man. 

    With a loud thud the creature’s forearms made contact with the ground, its head slightly lowered, staring.  He turned around and looked behind him at the creature, which was much more animated than before.  Its tails were whipping through the air now, and it’s breathing was much faster. 
    Garadaine looked down at the sword in his hand, still covered in the dragon’s blood.  Quickly he tossed the sword away from him, the weapon sliding against the ground, clanging as it raked against rocks and debris.  The dragon’s head slowly followed the sword as it came to a stop several yards away, and then looked back upon Garadaine.  The beast took in a sudden, deep breath, much like it had before when it tried to incinerate the knight with its fire breath.  Garadaine winced in expectation.
    “Thank… you…” the beast said softly.  Garadaine’s eyes shot open at what he heard.
    “Y… you’re welcome…” Garadaine stuttered.
    “Why… you… no… fight…?” The dragon asked slowly.
    “I do not want to fight you,” Garadaine replied.  It was clear the dragon could not speak the human tongue well, but it could understand well enough.
    “Why…?”
    “We didn’t know this was your home.  We know now that you are not evil.”

    “Evil…?” the dragon cocked its head, lowering itself down back onto the ground.
    “You are not umm… bad.  We know you would not have attacked us if we weren’t in there,” Garadaine said, pointing to the collapsed temple entrance.
    “That… place… gone…” the dragon said, looking at the rubble.
    “Yes, I see that.  Did you destroy the temple?”
    “Yes… no… want… more… little… things… in… that… place…”
    Garadaine looked over to his companions and couldn’t help from smiling.  The expressions upon their faces were of total astonishment.  He cocked his head quickly motioning for them to come over and join him.

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