Answer the dragon.

You halt suddenly at the sound of deep and heavy breathing... it paralyzes you momentarily. The torch in your hand spits burning sparks into your hand.. and yet you hardly notice it as your flesh burns. The cavern tunnel walls you had been creeping through rumble and shake.. a large spiked head with hypnotic eyes appears before you out of the sheer blackness before you.. still you remain paralyzed. You try to move your feet and your arms.. but the thought of doing so quickly leaves as the dragon eyes come closer. THe eyes you cannot stare away from. You are spellbound.


The dragon speaks.." a wanderer"... his voice so low the cavern rumbles along with it, the dragons eyes brighten significantly and he speaks again, while staring into your naked soul.."Shall I spin you a dream ?"

I want the next part! Please go on!

Spin me that dream, said the elf unfrozen, as quiver and bow unslung to the cold waiting ground. Sing me enchantments, illusion of grief illusion of love, only do it without sound.

"Very well", rumbles the dragon.


His horned head disappears back into sheer blackness.

You hear the soft, pleasant melody of a flute echo from a distant chamber within the cavern.. it grows steadily louder. The melody is unbelievably beautiful to listen too.. you find yourself completely caught up in it's notes.

At this same moment, you realize that you are no longer paralyzed and are free to move about again.. just in time , no less.. to readjust your hand on your torch before it burns you.

The flute musik continues... the more it plays.. the more it begins to sound as if it is speaking to you. It gradually turns form musik into a strange voice.. speaking a strange language you cannot understand.

Just then a sudden mighty gust of air blasts through the cavern and blows out your torch.

It passes and the air returns to it's stifling stillness. All is now sheer blackness.

The flute spinning it's strange language.. suddenly seems to be all around you now.. surrounding you.. you are certain there is a presence near you.. but you cannot see it..

The humans fared badly, pitted against the spells cast by the dragons magic flute, hypnotized, they didnt realize, he had slithered past, blocking their way in the thick brooding blackness of the belly of the cavern.

The elf kept his wits untouched, yet he willingly glazed his eyes, being swallowed with neither fear nor enchantment in the void of deep inner space, known only by dragons and imps

Ash wrote:"Very well", rumbles the dragon.


His horned head disappears back into sheer blackness.

You hear the soft, pleasant melody of a flute echo from a distant chamber within the cavern.. it grows steadily louder. The melody is unbelievably beautiful to listen too.. you find yourself completely caught up in it's notes.

At this same moment, you realize that you are no longer paralyzed and are free to move about again.. just in time , no less.. to readjust your hand on your torch before it burns you.

The flute musik continues... the more it plays.. the more it begins to sound as if it is speaking to you. It gradually turns form musik into a strange voice.. speaking a strange language you cannot understand.

Just then a sudden mighty gust of air blasts through the cavern and blows out your torch.

It passes and the air returns to it's stifling stillness. All is now sheer blackness.

The flute spinning it's strange language.. suddenly seems to be all around you now.. surrounding you.. you are certain there is a presence near you.. but you cannot see it..

I unsheathe my sword and swing around myself in a violent arc.