“Winter’s End” Celebration

Now that the wicked witch dragon is dead and our hero’s revealed his powers, what will become of the legendary journey (and the bar)?

Ben gaped at the gigantic statue of the white dragon as he walked around it. “You did this?” He looked at his cockatrice and scratched his nose.

The cockatrice nodded and creeled.

“Seems a bit O.P.” Ben scratched his head.

“It’s like you’ve never seen a cockatrice before?” Barty leaned a chair back on two legs and rested his feet on top of a table.

“Opee,” Ben scratched the cockatrice’s head, “how’s that for a name?”

The cockatrice tilted its head to the left as it considered the name.

“How am I supposed to deal with this?” The bartender frowned as he placed a glass on the countertop. “First, this brute crashes through the walls.” He poured brandy into the glass. “Now, I’ve got to hire a crane to remove this other dragon.”

“At least the roof’s got a hole in it.” Crunchy grinned.

The bartender drank the brandy in one swallow. “I hate this town.”

Wellington pointed toward the gaping hole where the door used to be. “Then you might want to find a sign to hang on your door. Folk are flocking.”

A stream of neighbors strolled toward the bar. Houses emptied as people wandered in to see the statue.

“Jack Frost was real?” one child muttered.

“Does this mean no more winter?” a woman asked.

The bartender raised his hands into the air and smiled. “Welcome. Welcome. Celebrate the end of winter, er, in the middle of it.”

“Needs work,” Crunchy whispered to Ben.

The cockatrice nodded.

The bartender busied himself behind the bar, warming mulled cider and mixing cocktails.

Ben sank into the bench of a booth and looked across the aisle at Barty. “I can’t raise a cockatrice. What was I thinking?”

“Love makes humans do foolish things.” Barty smirked. “Or, so I’m told.”

Ben grimaced. “Thanks.”

Barty shrugged. “Set him free.”

Ben’s eyes widened. “Who knows how many people and creatures he’ll turn to stone.”

“Like the White Witch.” Barty tapped his lip. “Then kill little Opee.”

Ben hugged the cockatrice to his chest. “I couldn’t do that!”

“Then, you’re stuck, friend.” Barty shrugged. 

“I’ll watch over him.” The brown dragon twisted its snout toward Ben. “He’s why I’m here, after all.”

“Just give up my friend?” Ben grimaced.

“Friend?” The dragon chuckled. “Pet is more accurate.”

Ben’s cheeks reddened.

“Dragons will continue to hunt your friend.” The brown dragon sighed. “Little one, you do need to learn our ways. After all, you are a dragon.”

The cockatrice snapped its beak at the large, brown dragon.

The dragon chuckled. “I meant no offense. You’re more dragon than chicken or frog.” Its eyes narrowed. “And, compared to me, you are little.”

The cockatrice turned its back on the brown dragon.

Crunchy patted the dragon on the shoulder. “Give him time, Gringknackorgorothklaggenschvelt. The poor dear’s only just learning about himself. It’s not like he grew up in a cave of dragons.”

The brown dragon nodded. “I suppose–“

“Great.” Crunchy clapped his hands together. “Now that we’re all friends again, I could use some rum.” Rubbing his hands together, he turned toward the bar.

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.

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About bkreuch

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