they were on a family outing. All they needed to complete the scene was a camper van parked nearby or for the little piggy’s to be throwing a frisby or such between them. And then of course there was the farmer tripping over his own head . Yes it did look comical she thought, but is that what will become of the world?
As her feet touched the ground finally she could not tear her gaze away from the l iberated head. It was just slightly to the right of her but she could not stop herself from watching it as the blood ran in fresh rivulets down its cheeks whilst the imploring head questioned its very existence.
“Clara... walk straight towards me and do not stop for anything” she heard the voice in her head command. It was the voice of Tien-Lung she knew and decided to follow its command but as she did the hand grabbed hold of her trouser leg and she froze in fear knowing before she even lowered her head to question what had touched her. It was of course the hand of the farmer. It had somehow managed to crawl over to her although, she imagined that the head had somehow guided it, but then again realised the head no longer had eyes to guide with. The first instinct was to kick the hand away and run. Run towards Tien-lung which she did, and the smell of the lavender as she got closer to the behemoth on the ground in front of her was so intoxicating that she swooned onto one of the disproportionate legs of Tien-lung and slept.
Clara slept for what felt to her lik e an eternity and while she did, the two dragons spoke to her and told her what must be done. As they spoke, the breath from their mouths formed clouds which floated up to the sky and became part of the clouds formed by their brethren.
She was safe in the arms of the dragons, there was no evil on earth that could have touched her at that moment, in that magical protective ring that the dragons’ arms gave to her. Not the dog monkey, nor the gargantuan bird from above, or even the creatures from the very depths of hell itself. At that moment in time Clara was in the safest of hands that anyone could ever be. She was in the hands of Mother Nature’s divine power itself. And if Mother Nature wants it to be, no matter what it is... then so shall it be.
The first thing she sees when she comes round is the tapestry. She is still staring into the dragonfire but her legs feel as if they are about to betray her as she sta ggers backwards into the empty chair with the picture of her Stanley to the side. She sinks deep into the chair and doesn’t take her eyes off the tapestry in front of her. She sat there for almost an hour, maybe more, she couldn’t tell anymore. Time was irrelevant to her, but she sat with her hands clasped on her stomach just looking at the two dragons and it was now evident that they were not fighting at all but they were holding the talisman, or the dragonfire in their flames as this was how they protected it.
She then saw that the talisman still sat at the bottom of the picture frame. It sat there denying her wish that in some vain hope that somehow this could still be a very strange dream. She knew it wasn’t, but seeing that little disc in front of her shot all hopes of that out of the water.
‘ Well Stan my love, I may be joining you sooner than I thought’ she said out loud to nobody as she walked towards the now glowing talisman.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
What a result thought Pinky as he led the girl to the waiting taxi. What was her name? Well fuck it; she would be screaming his name soon enough anyway he thought as he opened the door for her.
‘Yeah I’m a real gent, long as I’m gettin’ you outa that dress later babe’
‘Well I was hoping you would help hun’ she said with the sexiest smile Pinky had ever seen. He closed the door on her and
As her feet touched the ground finally she could not tear her gaze away from the l iberated head. It was just slightly to the right of her but she could not stop herself from watching it as the blood ran in fresh rivulets down its cheeks whilst the imploring head questioned its very existence.
“Clara... walk straight towards me and do not stop for anything” she heard the voice in her head command. It was the voice of Tien-Lung she knew and decided to follow its command but as she did the hand grabbed hold of her trouser leg and she froze in fear knowing before she even lowered her head to question what had touched her. It was of course the hand of the farmer. It had somehow managed to crawl over to her although, she imagined that the head had somehow guided it, but then again realised the head no longer had eyes to guide with. The first instinct was to kick the hand away and run. Run towards Tien-lung which she did, and the smell of the lavender as she got closer to the behemoth on the ground in front of her was so intoxicating that she swooned onto one of the disproportionate legs of Tien-lung and slept.
Clara slept for what felt to her lik e an eternity and while she did, the two dragons spoke to her and told her what must be done. As they spoke, the breath from their mouths formed clouds which floated up to the sky and became part of the clouds formed by their brethren.
She was safe in the arms of the dragons, there was no evil on earth that could have touched her at that moment, in that magical protective ring that the dragons’ arms gave to her. Not the dog monkey, nor the gargantuan bird from above, or even the creatures from the very depths of hell itself. At that moment in time Clara was in the safest of hands that anyone could ever be. She was in the hands of Mother Nature’s divine power itself. And if Mother Nature wants it to be, no matter what it is... then so shall it be.
The first thing she sees when she comes round is the tapestry. She is still staring into the dragonfire but her legs feel as if they are about to betray her as she sta ggers backwards into the empty chair with the picture of her Stanley to the side. She sinks deep into the chair and doesn’t take her eyes off the tapestry in front of her. She sat there for almost an hour, maybe more, she couldn’t tell anymore. Time was irrelevant to her, but she sat with her hands clasped on her stomach just looking at the two dragons and it was now evident that they were not fighting at all but they were holding the talisman, or the dragonfire in their flames as this was how they protected it.
She then saw that the talisman still sat at the bottom of the picture frame. It sat there denying her wish that in some vain hope that somehow this could still be a very strange dream. She knew it wasn’t, but seeing that little disc in front of her shot all hopes of that out of the water.
‘ Well Stan my love, I may be joining you sooner than I thought’ she said out loud to nobody as she walked towards the now glowing talisman.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
What a result thought Pinky as he led the girl to the waiting taxi. What was her name? Well fuck it; she would be screaming his name soon enough anyway he thought as he opened the door for her.
‘Yeah I’m a real gent, long as I’m gettin’ you outa that dress later babe’
‘Well I was hoping you would help hun’ she said with the sexiest smile Pinky had ever seen. He closed the door on her and
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