missed him too . Well, we’re dealing with him right now. Come here and you can take me to where you saw him.
I can’t. I’m on a mission. He asked him why the hell not and what mission could be more important than this. I’m going to save Ariannona for us. Elam is on his way there too. We can’t let her die, Asher.
No you can’t. And it’s about time. Tell me what you find, and for the love of everything, please be careful. This man, this slayer person, is going to have to pay for what he’s put us through. Casdon told him he would . Be careful, and let me know when you’re returning. I’ll keep an eye out for the three of you.
~~~
Ralph cursed and stomped his way all the way back to his camper. The fucking gun. A dragon had been all but his when he’d had his gun jam up. He knew that his first shot had gone wild and he’d have to get off a second one quickly. But something messed up and he didn’t get his prize.
When it just turned from man to beast, it had been all he could do not to piss himself, but he’d had his gun up to kill whatever he could see when he saw the man standing there. Then just as suddenly as he’d come into view, he’d turned into a great dragon and had disappeared.
A fucking blue dragon. A damn fucking blue dragon was right there, and I missed it . Ralph looked at his home now, ever cautious of simply going inside and assuming that he was safe. Twice now he’d been awakened in the middle of the night by some sound or another. And once while he’d been in his shower, something had bumped against the camper so hard that all his toiletries had fallen to the floor. Just when he bent to pick them up, he’d been hit on the head by something and had gone out like a light. He thought himself very lucky that the water had run out before he’d drowned himself.
The window that he’d broken was now covered in cardboard and tape. He’d thought about going into town, driving the big rig in to get some much needed supplies, as well as the window fixed. But he’d been sleeping poorly and wasn’t sure he wanted to chance missing a great opportunity to bag himself a dragon. He had to go soon, however. If it rained, everything was going to get soaked. He’d have to go tomorrow at the latest before he ran out of the most basic of things to eat as well.
After checking out the entire camper, he made his way back to the kitchen. He was down to eating just crackers and water now. Everything that he’d brought seemed to have run out quicker than he thought it should. He wanted to blame it on whatever was haunting him, but he was pretty sure, by the tightness of his clothing, that it was all him. Smiling, he sat at the table to eat.
Whenever he had bouts of depression on how shitty his life had become, he’d think of the money he’d have when he got him a dragon. Right now he had nothing to his name but a great many bills and bad news. Even the once in a great while trips to town to get his mail, from the post office box he’d set up all those months ago, was depressing. But if he’d killed the dragon, the blue one, that would have given him it all.
The noise startled him. Ralph sat there for several seconds, just trying to feel where it was coming from, vibrations from somewhere to tell him if it was inside or out. But when the camper took a sudden hard shake, he held onto the table top like his life depended on it. Then when the howling started, sounding like it was coming from beneath the camper, he went to get his guns, and then he was going to brave the outdoors.
As soon as he stepped his foot out the door and was standing on the ground, the door slammed shut. The lock turning had him dropping his weapon and rushing to see if it had really locked him out. But before he could go a foot, he saw the woman standing in the field.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” He reached for his gun, which was just far enough away that he had to stretch to get it, and it moved. Not because
I can’t. I’m on a mission. He asked him why the hell not and what mission could be more important than this. I’m going to save Ariannona for us. Elam is on his way there too. We can’t let her die, Asher.
No you can’t. And it’s about time. Tell me what you find, and for the love of everything, please be careful. This man, this slayer person, is going to have to pay for what he’s put us through. Casdon told him he would . Be careful, and let me know when you’re returning. I’ll keep an eye out for the three of you.
~~~
Ralph cursed and stomped his way all the way back to his camper. The fucking gun. A dragon had been all but his when he’d had his gun jam up. He knew that his first shot had gone wild and he’d have to get off a second one quickly. But something messed up and he didn’t get his prize.
When it just turned from man to beast, it had been all he could do not to piss himself, but he’d had his gun up to kill whatever he could see when he saw the man standing there. Then just as suddenly as he’d come into view, he’d turned into a great dragon and had disappeared.
A fucking blue dragon. A damn fucking blue dragon was right there, and I missed it . Ralph looked at his home now, ever cautious of simply going inside and assuming that he was safe. Twice now he’d been awakened in the middle of the night by some sound or another. And once while he’d been in his shower, something had bumped against the camper so hard that all his toiletries had fallen to the floor. Just when he bent to pick them up, he’d been hit on the head by something and had gone out like a light. He thought himself very lucky that the water had run out before he’d drowned himself.
The window that he’d broken was now covered in cardboard and tape. He’d thought about going into town, driving the big rig in to get some much needed supplies, as well as the window fixed. But he’d been sleeping poorly and wasn’t sure he wanted to chance missing a great opportunity to bag himself a dragon. He had to go soon, however. If it rained, everything was going to get soaked. He’d have to go tomorrow at the latest before he ran out of the most basic of things to eat as well.
After checking out the entire camper, he made his way back to the kitchen. He was down to eating just crackers and water now. Everything that he’d brought seemed to have run out quicker than he thought it should. He wanted to blame it on whatever was haunting him, but he was pretty sure, by the tightness of his clothing, that it was all him. Smiling, he sat at the table to eat.
Whenever he had bouts of depression on how shitty his life had become, he’d think of the money he’d have when he got him a dragon. Right now he had nothing to his name but a great many bills and bad news. Even the once in a great while trips to town to get his mail, from the post office box he’d set up all those months ago, was depressing. But if he’d killed the dragon, the blue one, that would have given him it all.
The noise startled him. Ralph sat there for several seconds, just trying to feel where it was coming from, vibrations from somewhere to tell him if it was inside or out. But when the camper took a sudden hard shake, he held onto the table top like his life depended on it. Then when the howling started, sounding like it was coming from beneath the camper, he went to get his guns, and then he was going to brave the outdoors.
As soon as he stepped his foot out the door and was standing on the ground, the door slammed shut. The lock turning had him dropping his weapon and rushing to see if it had really locked him out. But before he could go a foot, he saw the woman standing in the field.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” He reached for his gun, which was just far enough away that he had to stretch to get it, and it moved. Not because
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