Winter’s Wrath…?

Does anyone remember where we left off? Some big, giant snow monster, dragon, thing…we’re talking about the story and not Michigan, right? Okay, let’s see what happens next.

Frost crept along the windows, curling and spiraling toward the center of the glass from the edges of the frames.  Snow blew into the bar from the gap in the wall. The huge, white dragon bared its fangs in a grin. Its sapphire blue eyes sparkled.

Ben gulped. His eyes refused to look away from the great white dragon. Cold seeped into his body. Warmth leeched from his hands. His breath came out in clouds. “Hello?”

The dragon chuckled. A deep, baritone rumble that filled the room. “It’s been a long time, Crunchy.”

The skeleton pirate’s knees knocked together. “Not long enough.”

“Glad to see you haven’t lost your backbone.” The dragon winked. “I could fix that, if you’d like.”

Crunchy folded his arms across his bare chest. “You and what–”

Jack breathed on Crunchy. Frigid air cooled the room. The struggling furnace grumbled.

Arctic wind froze the ancient pirate. Icicles formed, dangling from his arms. Crunchy’s mouth refused to move. His eyes, however, glared at the dragon.

Ben grit his teeth and stepped forward.

Barty grabbed Ben’s shoulder. “Wait.”

“Something to say, boy?” Jack, the white dragon, brought its snout toward Ben. It pressed the tip of its beaked mouth against Ben’s sternum. “You have courage. For now.”

“Leave now and never come back.” Ben planted his fists on his hips.

The white dragon chuckled again. “You think to intimidate me?” It jerked its head toward the brown dragon huddling close to the small fireplace. “Take your cue from Gringknackorgorothklaggenschvelt. Step aside.”

Ben remained where he stood.

The white dragon’s head reared back as it arched its neck. “Oh, you will be fun. I’ll almost regret killing you.”

The cockatrice on Ben’s shoulders squeaked. It darted forward and clacked its beak. Its wings flapped as it hovered in the air.

The white dragon growled. “You’d choose them over us, young one?” It snorted; fog rose into the air. “You’ll learn the proper order soon.”

Wellington leaned forward to whisper into Ben’s ear. “Keep your pet contained; otherwise, you might lose him.”

Ben reached for cockatrice.

The cockatrice dodged Ben’s grasping hands. It kept its eyes focused on Jack.

Jack shook its massive head. “Grigknackorgorothklaggenschvelt, teach them their place.”

The brown dragon shook its head. “I cannot interfere.”

The white dragon roared.

The cockatrice crowed.

Gray stone replaced the white scales of Jack. The fog stopped streaming from its nostrils. Its blue eyes transformed into real sapphires.

The cockatrice landed upon the white dragon’s snout. It faced Ben and bowed.

Ben gaped. “How…?”

“He’s learning,” Barty mumbled.

So, what do you think will happen?  What do you want to happen?  Was it too short?  Too long?  Too unfunny?

Yep, that’s right.  I’m soliciting comments and suggestions.  I may even use them.  No matter how wacky, zany, nerdy, or weird.  No matter how serious, fanciful, or sci-fi.  It’s a choose your own adventure.  You choose what happens next because I’m just not that creative.


About bkreuch

I like to read, I like to write, and I like to make people laugh.
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