Chaos Dragon I

They talked into the night about how they should approach God and what he might be doing, all with a few protective magical arrears to prevent the villagers from hearing.

Under the starry night, the ground started to bulge and crack. This slight movement didn't escape Zeeth's eyes and he jumped out of the cart, yelling, "get away from here!"

He smacked the side of one of the horses and they galloped a short distance away, enough room for him to fight. Meda, Page, and Gror all jumped out to fight with him but he was already in action while they were still jumping.

He steadied himself, getting ready to fight whatever was under the floor. He sent out a pulse of magic, trying to figure out what was creating the bulge while trying to strengthen and harden the ground to prevent the thing from coming out by laying it out with bars of greystone.

He locked the ground in first, but just as he was about to scan what was underground, a skeleton shot up from the crack and interrupted him. Well, he didn't need to scan it anymore.

The skeleton shot straight at him and swung a makeshift dirt sword speckled with white stone.

Zeeth was already in a stance to fight, ready for the surprise attack.

He swung his arm down at the skeleton and a strong jet of water shot out from his wrist. While in mid-leap, the skeleton smashed its foot onto the ground, pushing itself up and away from the jet of water. Zeeth had prepared a second attack using the one motion and a giant block of greystone he made before was hurtling down at the skeleton.

Bones and chunks of rock came flying out from under the greystone as Zeeth made it disappear to gather back some mana. When the greystone was gone, he noticed there were three skulls under the rock, two had just popped out and were crushed the moment they came.

"Who summoned that?!" Meda yelled.

Page walked up to skeletons, picking up a skull, and studied it. "No one. It wasn't summoned."

"Huh? How they clearly popped up and attacked us!"

"They didn't deliberately come up, they simply acted on their own in response to the strong Death Magic in the air. But that's gotta be some insane Death magic to wake up skeletons and have them attack without a spell. It even avoided our detection. The only thing I can think of that can do such a thing is…" but he stopped himself before the sentence finished. The skull crumbled into pieces in his hand from the pure pressure coming from the massive dot above them, flying in circles around their heads.

The moonlight glinted off the scales, reflecting purple and white as the wings beat around. It suddenly folded both its large wings in, dive-bombing at the small group of people it felt down there. The dragon landed with a loud crash on the rocky floor next to them, creating dragon feet shaped craters. When it had come so close, Zeeth could finally see all the scratches and marks it had on it's old, withered scales. Even in the darkness, he could see its eyes had greyed out a little from usual eyes and it landed more heavily on one leg, seemingly an injured one.

However, despite all these injuries, the mana simply oozing off the dragon was no joke, Zeeth could feel the strength of the mana, it was literally falling to the floor with its density. The mana was packed so tightly, it was heavier than the surrounding mana and covered the floor like goo. It didn't go far, dissipating into the air after getting six feet away, but all the rocks near the dragon were trembling.

Skeletons, both old and decayed ones, and fresh new ones were crawling out from the ground. Rocks stuck to the skeletons and morphed around them, providing them with a human-like exterior. There were even more animal skeletons emerging from the ground, being coated in a similar fashion. They all began charging at their nearest human, mainly the four that had gotten off the carriage.

They all got to attacking the skeletons as the dragon sat there, waiting for his minions to bring back his food, each using their own method. Meda mainly used swords but he had a mixture of arrows in there. Most of his attacks were bouncing off the creepy rock structures but whenever he used a skill, he could easily destroy them.

Page jumped back for a second to explain, "we can't keep fighting it's minions! We need to target the dragon or find some way to all teleport away, the skeletons won't stop in time!"

"How are we supposed to kill a dragon?!" Meda yelled.

"Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a dwarf without all of our weaponry! A naked Dwarf is a dead Dwarf!" Gror said, in the middle of cutting down a skeleton that had fixed itself back up.

Page worriedly said, "I don't have any skill powerful enough either! We need to escape, my escape skill isn't nearly strong enough."

"what will we do then?" Zeeth asked, blasting another deer skeleton away with a jet of water. The deer hit the dragon and the water followed along, steaming upon contact with the dragon. "Wait. I have an idea! A slime! Dragons are supposed to love slimes right? I can show him one and make him stop!"

"It's worth a try! I don't have anything else!" yelled back Page, the only one who understood what he meant. The other two had never heard of dragons liking slimes or that they had any.

Zeeth pulled Al out from around his neck and held it up to the dragon, like a gift. The dragon glanced in his direction, curious at what the strange thing was doing, but it just looked away again, waiting for one to be captured. Zeeth hopped on the face of a skeleton, then another, then another, and landed right in front of the Dragon. He used several strong jets of water to shoot him up to the eye line of the dragon, offering Al once again like a present. Once again, the dragon ignored him and merely snorted a black and purple mist at him from its nose. Zeeth landed once again, shocked at its ignorance.

Weren't all dragons protective of slimes? A small rabbit and a large bird charged at him, a spike of greystone piercing through them and stopping them. No, wait, not all dragons!

'The older the dragon, the less they tend to like slimes. This one also has bad vision, it doesn't seem to care or notice what you are showing it.'

'Black! Can you do something? Maybe cut the dragon in half?'

'In this state? I don't even have a tenth of my powers, I don't have control of the body, and I am in a relatively new one. There is no chance my attacks could get through,' he said. 'This Death Dragon and I also have a bad affinity, we are both in the field of dark magic so my attacks wouldn't do much damage.'

'Damn!'

'Wait, I do have an idea. I have some of your muck built up, if I release it from a tiny point in your finger, you could shoot it up the nose. The smell would at least distract it for a moment.'

'That won't do much damage, would it?'

'No, it wouldn't.'

Page saw what Zeeth was trying to do, showing Al to the Chaos Dragon, and told him, "Zeeth, I don't think that will work on the Chaos Dragon! Dark magic is also weak against it, use water magic!"

Water magic! His favorite. A strong blast of water shot out of Al who he was already holding and drowned the dragon in water for a moment. It quickly shot back a dense fog of black mist to counteract the water, turning it all into black water. The water fell to the ground just as he stopped Al from spewing water, severing the link. The water soaked up the mist to protect him, but now the water was useless. He was sure his water could never get through the dragon but a few strong greystones might.

He sent a few sharp, twirling greystones to the dragon's stomach and eyes but it easily dodged them, flying in the air with another beat of its wings. The wind it generated blasted the fog away, along with some of the weaker living skeletons it was controlling. Meda saw an opportunity and threw his sword at the dragon. It lodged itself between the scales of the dragon's neck, wounding it for the first time since their battle as a bit of blood spurted out.

Annoyed, the dragon curved its neck and sent the blade flying out, followed up by a strong blast of black fog. Zeeth shot water at the two attacks, washing them both away. But the two attacks were the perfect cover for the dragon to dive, once again, down at them, this time straight for the man who had hurt its neck, Meda.