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“Of course he would sparkle,” I mumbled to myself.
The maids took off running, the power of a Dreg was really impressive.
Standing where George once stood was a giant dragon. In truth all members of the Dreg family were powerful dragons. There magic was a unique magic which allowed them to shift into the form of a human and back again to their true forms when necessary. The room rose in temperature as smoke curled out from the reptilian creature’s nostrils. His eyes were slit like a snake and his teeth were long and curved.
I couldn’t argue with the results. In almost all of the most powerful families, magic ran strong in their bloodline. No creature had more magic than dragons. Their very bodies extruded magic. I walked over to George’s torn clothes and looked down.
“Tighty whities, why am I not surprised?” I shook my head side to side. I was in the process of silently judging George as the floor began to shake. The dragon let out another roar that caused the wall and floors to shake. Miles away his roar could be easily heard. He was not amused by my comments. Not amused at all. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a tiny brown book that was rather worn around the edges.
“Now where was it again?” I mumbled to myself as I quickly flipped through the pages of the book. I knew the spell I needed was somewhere close to the back.
The ferocious dragon stomped his feet, causing cracks to appear in the floor. Its tail was whipping back and forth, a deadly weapon all by itself.
“Now where was it?” I mumbled. I knew I had to be close to the spell. I licked my finger so it would be easier for me to turn the pages of the book. Despite all the noise the dragon was making I continued to ignore George.
The dragon released a gout of flame straight up into the air. The few remaining servants all ran for cover. Unfortunately, as the son of a lord, I knew I couldn’t do the same. I had to stay and fight. It was the honorable thing to do after all. Of course that didn’t mean I had to fight honorably, I was a monster after all, not some foolish hero. There is one truth in all the worlds: ‘might makes right’.
“Here it is,” I mumbled to myself. I read the words softly under my breath. Occasionally I would point or wave my hand around. I had to make sure I pronounced everything correctly or the spell wouldn’t work. The dragon continued to breathe fire, and even set a few tables on fire. I was glad when one of the paintings of my great great aunt Gertrude was burned. According to the stories she was a very monstery monster and I just knew she wouldn’t approve of me.
George was so busy destroying everything in sight that he didn’t notice that with every wave of my hand more and more cracks began to appear in the golden ceiling above his head. Strange words of power floated through the room that bent and twisted reality. I overwrote my will upon the world’s will. It was one of thousands of types of magics that existed.
“Almonaous ba ba bloodica….” More cracks spread out across the ceiling as I softly chanted words of magic and power. The cracks began to appear faster and faster, running across the ceiling with frightening speed and beginning to crisscross. Suddenly a large chunk of solid gold that was immensely heavy broke loose from the ceiling and fell. George was still in the process of setting everything in sight on fire as the large chunk of gold that easily weight several tons slammed hard into the back of his dragon head, easily knocking him unconscious.
I looked up at what remained of the ceiling.
“Maybe it’s not such a frivolous use of money after all,” I mumbled to myself. George appeared to still be alive from the rise and fall of his chest, though he was going to have one heck of a headache when he woke up. The dragon didn’t move or make any noise at all as it laid on the floor. It would be a while before it could move again, as it had sustained a lot of damage. I walked up to the dragon, pity in my voice.
“I’m sorry for having to knock you out, but you left me no choice… Whoever you are.”
Chapter 17
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE THAT CEILING WAS?” yelled the Lord Rask, his voice echoing as loudly as George’s roar.
It was a rhetorical question, I didn’t bother answering. My father rested his head in the palm of his hand. A large smile slowly crept out and covered my father’s face and then my father began to chuckle.
“I have to admit, whatever the cost it was well worth it. Since it was my heir that fought the Dreg family’s heir and since he challenged you, the Dreg family can’t even openly retaliate in any way and right now their family looks weak while ours looks stronger than ever. Now everyone knows that the future heir of the Rask family is stronger than the future heir of the Dreg family.” Lord Rask began to laugh even louder. “Just the influx of trade deals from this fiasco alone will more than pay for the ceiling.”
If there was one thing Lord Rask loved, it was money.
“Now, to bed with you,” he ordered.
I’m not really a follower so despite my fathers ‘orders’, I did what I wanted to do. As we walked out of my father’s office I motioned for Tarous to follow me. He was rather surprised that I had acknowledged him. I could tell from the way his eyes widened when I motioned for him and he