Word Count Goal: Less than 500
Final Word Count: 492
Title: Werewolves Don’t Believe in Dragons?
Kyle ducked around the building, panting from his run.
A moment later, Eddie skidded around the corner, almost
knocking Kyle to the ground as he dove for cover.
“That’s a spell or something, right?” Eddie asked, eyes
glowing amber as he fought panic.
“Keep your wolf in, man, we can handle this,” Kyle said.
“We can handle something that’s shooting flames at us from
far enough away that we can’t see the damned thing?” Eddie objected.
“Relax, it’s not as bad as you think,” Kyle reassured.
“What I think, is that I need my head examined, because it
looked an awful lot like a dragon out there, which isn’t possible.”
“You’re a werewolf and you thought dragons didn’t exist?”
Kyle asked. How did mystical creatures
not believe in other mystical creatures?
“Oh course I think dragons don’t exist. How could they possibly stay hidden? Humans have been documenting us for decades.”
“It’s called hibernation, Eddie,” Kyle said, patting the
man’ shoulder. “Now I need you to get
the dragon to chase you to the baseball field so I can get behind it.”
“You need me to what?” Eddie yelled.
A roar answered him.
“You can run faster than it,” Kyle promised. “Stay far enough ahead to not get singed, but
close enough to be visible. Once it’s on
the field, get the hell out of there as fast as you can and I’ll take care of
the rest.”
“You seriously owe me,” Eddie groused before running back
out into the street.
Kyle heard Eddie’s scream over the rushing sound of flames
chasing his friend, followed by the tell-tale rumbling that shook the ground as
the dragon gave chase. They were
surprisingly slow when enraged, especially right after waking up.
Once the dragon was past Kyle, he followed, being careful
not to draw its attention away from Eddie.
Eddie’s scream cut off just before the dragon lumbered onto
the field, so Kyle assumed he was escaping as quickly and quietly as he could.
Planting his feet where the pavement met the grass, Kyle
pulled the pouch from his pocket and reaching in for a handful of herbs. It was a good thing they kept a full supply
of everything possible at the office.
Kyle threw the herbs at the dragon as he shouted the command
for the dragon to shrink. Uncle Mike
wasn’t sure of the language, but it looked like they’d gotten the pronunciation
right because the dragon roared, reared back, and then entire baseball field
was covered in green smoke.
When the wind cleared the smoke away, Kyle was facing a
dragon the size of a German shepherd instead of a two-story building.
“You owe me lunch, dinner, a check, and some serious
favors,” Eddie said from the dugout.
“You know I’m good for it,” Kyle answered as he pulled his
backpack off to get the collar and leash.
They needed to get the dragon back to her den and settled.
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