This week's picture prompt was created by Lisa Shambrook - fellow author and friend, and incredible artist too. Visit her Instagram and have a look - she even has a shop on etsy, called Amaranth Alchemy, from which I have bought several Crystal Grid prints because I love them. She makes some amazing things. She is also a huge dragon lover, and writes about them, especially in her brilliant series, The Seren Stone Chronicles - the second one is coming soon (I hope).
I'm not sure I can channel dragons as well as Lisa, but I've given it a shot. I quite enjoyed it too.
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Wave of Fire
“They’re up there.”
“I know.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“They’re waiting.”
“I can see that!”
Petunia was fed up with being pressured by everyone all the
time. She’d make the decision soon enough, but it wasn’t an easy one. Sacrifice
was never easy – not if you had an honest heart. That’s what her dad had taught
her. They might be another species and look different, but life was life. They had
consciousness too.
But they had gained in numbers and were spreading out, and
that might mean more food for the dragons, but it had also caused fatalities. They
were gaining knowledge and ground, and their fire sticks were lethal.
Jacoby was getting impatient. He tapped his tail end on the
stone floor.
“Why are you dallying? It’s perfect out there! We have good
cloud cover, with partial moon light; we can easily catch them unawares. They’ll
be all huddled in those funny domes they’ve built.”
“Out of grass no less.”
“Exactly. Easy pickings.”
“And food.”
“Yes! Come on Petunia, give the signal, let’s get this show
on the road.”
She was bolstered by Jacoby’s certainty and confidence. They
could do this; there were enough of them and if they did this properly, they
could actually clear an area and claim back the lower grounds, rather than
having to live up here in the cliffs.
Yes, it was time.
“Okay.” She stepped forward and took a deep breath, feeling
the heat stir in her belly. Then she blew it out, sending a stream of flame in
an arc, making it clear to all those already in the sky and those on the cliff-face
terraces that it was happening. They were going to do it.
Jacoby took off and Petunia joined him as the air filled
with the sound of beating wings. The warm air had lifted off the ground now
that night had fallen and it was balmy sailing on the current, as they gathered
in their numbers and moved into formation with Petunia leading the way.
They’d voted her as leader after she’d taken out a small
settlement to the east. She’d had no choice; they’d taken down three of their finest.
She might have been able to deal with that better if she hadn’t watched them
over the ensuing days, cut the bodies up and use them as a food source. That
had incensed her and also scared her. What if they started to hunt dragons on a
regular basis? Or worse, enslave them and breed them as they had done with
other smaller ground dwelling species.
No, they weren’t having that. They were the dominant species
and needed to remind them of that. Tonight they would redress the balance and
take out their largest settlement.
The air was thick with tension as they spaced out and slowed
their wing beats to reduce sound as they approached. There were some small
fires burning both inside their little domes as well as outside. But they didn’t
see any of them running around on their funny double protrusions. Good. It
meant they weren’t as likely to scatter and alert any of the outer lying
settlements and gather a resistance – at least not tonight. Petunia suspected they
would have to continue their campaign over many nights until they had decimated
enough of their numbers to be controlled.
She dropped down and the others followed. There was a collective
inhale and they all breathed out, their flames sweeping the ground in parallel
lines, creating wave after wave of fire as they were at least twenty dragons
deep. None of this species would be able to live through it.
When they lifted up on the other side, Petunia circled and
watched the ground closely, but saw no movement. Dragon’s had keen eyes, even
in the half dark and would easily spot escapees. There were none.
But to be on the safe side, Petunia nodded to her flanking
companions to go in opposite directions, and they breathed a ring of fire
around the entire place just to be certain.
Once they had all reassembled, they flew over the blaze and
headed back to the mountains to regroup and decide which settlement to pick for
the following night. Although Petunia would also be keeping a keen eye on the
aftermath tomorrow and be ready for any potential retaliation. It occurred to
her that they had just declared war. It was the first time it was against
another species. It felt cathartic to heal clan division through a joint
venture.
Johanna & Sebaster's Big Day Out by Michael Wombat
