Happy Friday! It’s time for another installment in Frisky Friday Flash Fiction. You know the drill. I provide a picture and the first lines of a 300 word story. I’ll post the remainder next week.
Let’s look back at the previous story.
It was a time of knights and dragons. He was a man who embraced both along with a woman who preferred the beast within.
Change was something Grayson hated, especially the transformation which tore away his humanity. It was the loss of his senses which troubled him.
“What’s taking so long?” the sorceress yelled. “Either change or I’ll have you killed.”
Grayson removed his armor and chain mail. There had to be a better way to appease Ellyn’s need for revenge.
“Hurry up!” Her shouting echoed throughout the dungeon.
“I need more space,” he grumbled. “My wings can’t unfurl in here.”
Ellyn’s heels clicked across the distance. A gnarled finger stroked his chin. “If this is some ploy on your behalf, you’ll regret it.”
How could he tell her he already regretted his association with the witch?
She placed a metal collar about his neck, yanked on the chain, and led him out to the courtyard. One of her Phantom Knights broke free of the shadows and staked the chain to a long pole in the center of the yard.
“Either change or you’ll become food for my pets.”
Grayson listened to her Gordian Hounds snarling in the distance. He knew what would happen as soon as he changed. Stopping Ellyn’s Dark Army was his directive.
The knight shut his eyes and summoned strength from the gods. Claws broke free of their prison. Scales emerged from his skin as his spine snapped and reshaped itself. Grayson held his head back and roared. Fire churned up his throat and into the night as the dragon surfaced.
“Beautiful,” she said. “And he’s mine.”
The dragon’s eyes narrowed until he found the one who caused his agony and in one breath he scorched the earth claiming the witch. She would not be the last one.
And now for this week’s story:
I’ve been searching all over this damned forest for him. He might think he’s gotten away, but I’ve got news for him. Everyone pays for their crimes even him.