Kurith looked at his piece of paper. Humph. It was some strange dragon with only two legs. It used its wings as front legs. It had a long tail and a scraggly head. Kurith couldn't read the writing on it. He shrugged and guessed from the picture. It was in a lush field. Kurith lifted into the air and headed for The Fields.
As he arrived tentatively--he was in two-legged territory--he sniffed around. Nobody. Unfortunately, the elevation of the land was so low that he could hardly stay awake. The hill, at least, only made him the slightest bit drowsy. But now, Kurith trudged along the grass tiredly, looking around. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the distance. Its head was lifted, staring at him. Kurith snorted and tried to look as menacing as possible, which didn't look like much in his state. The figure zipped by him and Kurith realized it was that dragon.
"Hey," he snorted, "I've been looking for you. Are you this picture?" He held up the paper.
"Actually, I'm a dragon," the dragon joked, "Not a picture." Kurith grunted irritably.
"But yes, that's me. I'm a field dragon," the dragon smiled, "My name is Orth. Are you with that knucker?" Kurith nodded.
"He, Magno, sent me to get you."
"Well, friend, you're mighty tired. Must've been a long trip," Orth chuckled.
"No," Kurith sighed,"It's just that I'm cold-blooded. Low elevation." Kurith shook himself. Orth blinked in a puzzled way.
"No matter. Why does the knucker need me?"
"We're building up an army of dragons," Kurith explained quietly, "To fight back the humans. We actually have some human allies."
"An army?" gasped Orth, "Well, you ain't gonna want me. I'm not the fighting type. I'm more of a...maker. I make things."
"Like what?"
"Like..." Orth stammered, "Like weapons, I guess." Kurith's eyes widened.
"Weapons?" he repeated, "Like the humans use?" Orth nodded, while Kurith simply stared, mouth open. That had woken him up.
"Some simple weapons," Orth explained awkwardly, "Just like...claws made out of rock and clay that you can slip over your current ones. I even made a fire-focuser! You can put it up to your mouth and you can blow fire, and it will focus it on your target. I have ones that make your fire blow up at the end...ones that make your fire shoot in different directions."
"And you say you won't help," Kurith chuckled, sighing. "Well, how many do you have?"
"Lots."
"I guess we'll have to just transport them all to camp."
"Wait, what?" Orth gasped, "You have a camp?" Kurith nodded.
"For now," he continued, "Let's just take whatever we can carry." So Orth led Kurith to his underground cave, where he grew even more tired, and showed him his weapons. Kurith was amazed. There were shiny tubes; some were cylinders, others had multiple cylenders sticking out, while some were long tubes with cones at the end. Those must be the fire-focusers. And then in a corner. there was a small stack of smooth rock claws. They were hollow, and Kurith even tried one on. It was a little big, but Orth said that he could size them up to the dragon. Kurith clawed the ground and it sliced through perfectly. He was even more amazed.
"Let's take the claws first," he said. Orth nodded and grabbed a clawful of them with her back claws. Kurith grabbed some claws in his front legs and some fire-focusers with his back. They flew off.
Kithea grabbed her paper eagerly. She was curious. Who did she get? When she looked, Kithea saw that it was a dragon with a short body and a long neck. The tail was thick, but long, while its wings were broad. It had a severe underbite, and a swan-like shape to the neck. Kithea could read the text because of Samala's teachings. She read: "Unknown name. Mountain dragon." She headed for the mountains eagerly. Back home, she thought.
As she was flying into the mountains, she saw a human camp below her. Her face turned grim. The humans had spotted her, but they didn't do anything. Perhaps they had seen many dragons fly in and out of these mountains. Or mayeb they thought she was with the humans. Either way, she was safe. She entered the mountains and looked around. She glanced at the picture again. This dragon had extremely dark scales. It must live in a cave. Kithea landed and quickly scuttled across the rocky landscape, poking her head in tunnel after tunnel. From the picture, the dragon was very small--only the size of a lion. Finally, Kithea found a cave large enough. She poked her head in and cautiously scuttled in. She sniffed the walls. It smelled of dragon. Kithea sighed and looked around. It was pitch black. She couldn't see anything. She lifted up a claw and a little spark of electricity zigged back and forth out of her claw, creating a faint blue light. Kithea shrieked and jumped back, her light going out. She had seen two pairs of round, yellow eyes staring at her, the faint image of a body around it. Kithea backed out of the cave, feeling like something was following her. When she got out of it, there was a little dragon with massive eyes staring up at her. It's head was small, along with its neck, but its body was short and flat, with a tail the same way. It had golden-brown stripes down its body. It's wings were pressed almost flat to the side of its body. Then the wings relaxed.
"Oh, hey, you're with that snake-dragon," the dragon chirped. It was a strange sound for such an underbite.
"No, I'm not with a snake-dragon..." Kithea murmured, "I'm with a knucker named Magno." The dragon snorted in an amused way.
"Yeah, that's what I was talking about. Around here, we call those nuggie-whatevers snake-dragons," the small dragon explained. "Whaddo ya' want?" Kithea shrugged.
"Does this happen to be you?" she asked, holding up the picture. The dragon scanned it carefully. Then he smiled.
"Yup," he squawked, "That'd be me. You can tell by my little brown stripe on my tail." He whipped his tail around and pointed to a stripe on his tail that looked like every single other one, except that it seemed more brown than golden-brown.
"So, what does the nuggie want?" he asked.
"Would you like to join us?" Kithea asked, a little bit too quickly, "We have created a band of dragons, and we plan to fight against the humans."
"Humans done nothing."
Kithea blinked.
"They've done plenty. They've killed dragons, captured us, tried to make us give them rides..."
Now, the little dragon blinked.
"They done nothing like that here. Around here, they only look around. Don't bother us, we don't bother them."
Kithea snorted. "Well they do much more than 'look around' in the Western parts of the mountains, where there are bigger dragons. My brother and I saw the humans kill Miroc!" The little dragon jumped back in horror.
"The twoleggies killin' Miroc?" he echoed, "Oh no. I'll help. My name's Larly. I can see in the dark, and I can climb up walls and cielings." The dragon nodded proudly and flapped his little wings together, hovering in the air in front of Kithea. "I can also fit into tight spaces, run really fast, and breathe smoke." Kithea chuckled.
"Well, I'm Kithea," she introduced herself politely, "And I can control lightning and fly very high." Larly nodded, made a little humming noise, and zoomed off. Kithea followed best she could. "Do you even know where to go?" Larly looked back, guilty. Kithea chuckled and took the lead.
