Daily Snippit: High/Second World Fantasy

The grim reality was that humans couldn’t kill dragons. No matter how many villagers or knights or militia you sent. No matter how many swords or arrows or siege equipment you used. Even hatchlings, barely two steps out of the egg, strode impervious into the world. Fire drove them back, but in discomfort, never pain. Lightning rippled down their scales, skipping from point to point in harmless sparks.

Humans couldn’t kill them, but they could confuse them. Eggs stolen from nests produced hatchlings willing to follow the first person they saw… at least until baser instincts of adolescence kick in. So for a dozen years those rich enough to buy them (or stupid enough to steal them) had an invulnerable ally under their control.

Not a very bright ally, but an ally nonetheless…

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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