Dragon Angel (pt2)

He struts along in silence, within him there is no fear, he has absolute power, but the price he's paid is dear. For fifty years he studied magic arts and secret lore, when he'd learnt all there was, he started writing more. He has touched the darkness, and in turn, it touched his soul, it spread through every cell, until the darkness in him, was whole. He laid a frozen carpet, over the fertile, forest floor, the animal wouldn't yeld to his ways, now the forest lives no more. Now he stands upon a hillside, looking out across the waisted land, there's something in the air, something he doesn't understand. It is the taint of magic, of that he can be sure, but this has a feeling unlike anything before. The frozen forest starts to change, to the colour of emerald green, and from out amonst the trees comes a dragon, unlike any seen. Down upon the floor, he cast his magic runes, creating a shield that no magic could get past, using a magic web, to bind dragon claw and snout, and then leaning forward mockingly, at the cleverness brought about. The Dragon Angel takes her chance, and with a final thrust, places a kiss on his forehead, and the sorcerer turns to dust.The greatest magic is found in the smallest of gestures. Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 11:25 AM PST, Andrew Hide   0 • 10