"Magic" drabbles by Jeff Taylor

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Magic #126

"Oh... No... Shouldn't have done that!" Amethyst's eyes rolled up, her wings pulled in and she collapsed onto the ruined masonry of the barn beneath her.

"Sir Albrecht! Sir Albrecht! You have slain the dragon! Oh, praises be!" Came a shout from behind the short-wall bordering the monastery. Albrecht looked round, as did Kralla, Tellerick and Skaran. Barnabas struggled uselessly in the tigresses vice-like grip, huffing loudy through his nose as he struggled to breath.

"Boy! No! What have you done? I told you to return to the guild. You cannot follow me to where I am going!"

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Friend or Foe

Magic #125

"DROP HIM NOW!" Roared Amethyst. Her huge wings outstretched blacked out the sun behind her as she towered over the remains of the barn.

Barnabas's Jaw dropped, as the enormity of having a dragon close by rammed itself home. Amethyst had shifted from friend to dangerous entity in a matter of seconds. It was something none of them were prepared for. Friend or foe, Amethyst was a force to be reckoned with.

Suddenly his mouth was clamped shut by a huge white paw as Kralla's arm wrapped around his chest and he was hoisted into the air by the tigress.

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Dust and debris

Magic #124

Albrecht's horse galloped, screeching, at full speed out of the black cloud. Dust, debris and huge chunks of masonry rained down in the field. The barns' cornerstone landed with a wet thud, throwing up dirt and clods of grass.

Albrecht staggered from the cloud, covered in a layer of thick black dust. Coughing, he managed to open his eyes as Barnabas's fist met his jaw with everything the fox had. Albrecht span, and landed heavily on the floor.

"St.. stop! I... " He cried, pushing himself up, as the giant black silhouette of Amethyst rose up. Coughing and spluttering herself.

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Pastry Chef

Magic #123

"So, Albrecht. I hear you make a mean pastry." Amethyst smacked her lips.

"Patissiere Ma'am."

"Ooh. I always enjoy a good sweet. We should be able to accommodate your talent for baking."

She rose and towered over Albrecht. "Fortunately, this is a wand spell. I have a cold if you hadn't noticed." She rummaged around in a pocket and brought out a gnarly stick before drawing a door on the wall of the barn. "Give the others a shout, would you?" She coughed, and then sneezed blowing the end off of the barn in a giant gout of blue fire.

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"Retirement" Plans

Magic #122

Albrecht dismounted and led his horse inside the barn.

"The lady Amethyst I believe. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Hrmph!" Amethyst rolled her eyes. "So... You are aware of the retirement plan?"

"Yes milady. It is a closely guarded secret within the guild's senior slayers."

"Damn right it needs to be a secret. Can't go around letting the management know I've been skimming the cream off the top of their precious slayers."

"Do we need to make a scene Ma'am? There are people outside."

"No. They're fine. They'll need to know at sometime. Might as well be now."

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Come out Dragon!

Magic #121

"Come out Dragon!" Shouted Albrecht. He, and his horse, stood outside the barn door.

"You can come in!" Replied Amethyst, loudly.

Albrecht paused. It hadn't been the response he usually got from a dragon. So this was it. He looked around and sighed, lowering his sword. Behind him, someway up the hill towards the forest, the others watched expectantly. At least he had an audience.

"Can I bring my horse?"

"Of course you can!" She said, a little lower this time. "Get your aging fat butt in here Albrecht. There's no need to make a scene out there. Tch! Honestly!"

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Magic #120

They heard the clank of full plate on horseback before they saw the dragon slayer. Albrecht came around the corner and into full view; resplendent in his polished and dragon-fire proof armour.

"Where is the dragon!?" He bellowed.

Kralla put a firm paw on Barnabas's shoulder as he started snarling. "Don't make me do something you'll regret Barnabas. Amethyst is ready for him remember."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." He growled under his breath.

"I don't either, but you'd best heed the warning of a dragon."

Tellerick got up from the table and pointed to the barn.

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Don't interfere fox

Magic #119

"When he arrives, send him in. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." Amethyst turned to go.

"Oh, I organised the things on your list by the way." Piped Tellerick. "There'll be some barrels arriving the day after tomorrow."

"Many thanks Master Tellerick. My cold won't appreciate it, but I certainly will." She looked over her shoulder at Barnabas. "Don't interfere fox. I mean it! I've got this covered. If you want to do something, kindly ask the Abbot not to do it again or there will be consequences. Understood?"

Barnabas nodded. "I'll have a talk with him about it shortly."

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Watch a pro

Magic #118

"Achoo!" Suddenly the table was engulfed in thick, black, smoke. "Sorry!" Rumbled Amethyst, before coughing some more and sniffing loudly.

The others coughed and looked up.

"So... That idiot of an Abbot sent for a dragon slayer. I'm trying not to laugh because my chest is aching like buggery." Amethyst sniggered loudly.

"Aren't you worried?!"

Amethyst looked weary. "Nope. I've been dealing with these guys for centuries. Got a, er, little trick for dealing with them." She winked at Barnabas.

"Trick? They're dragon slayers! We can stop them before they get to you!"

"Fox. Stay put. And watch a pro."

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Guild reputations

Magic #117

"What do you mean? She's probably right?!" Asked Barnabas as he approached the table holding a pitcher of wine. Tellerick turned to him.

"Barnabas, sit down. I think that we need to have a chat."

"What? About someone coming here with the express purpose of slaying Amethyst? Don't be ridiculous! We have to stop them!" He slammed the pitcher down on the table, wine sloshed violently inside.

"Barnabas, Amethyst is an old dragon!"


Tellerick sighed heavily. "She old because she's probably seen most of the slayer guild die. They're not just known for their victories, but their mortality rate!"

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Stumbling from one disaster to another

Magic #116

Tellerick sighed. "It's like we're just stumbling from one disaster to another. What is it now?"

"The Abbot sent for a dragon slayer to kill Amethyst. I believe that there may be one in town." Kralla growled, before taking a bite out of the Turkey leg she was holding. Most of it disappeared.

"Well it's only a day's ride from here. When did the messenger leave?"

"Not long after you did."

"That means he'll be here soon."

"I know. Barnabas wants to fight them. I've said no, let the dragon deal with them."

"She's an old dragon. You're probably right."

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There's a problem brewing

Magic #115

Tellerick sat down; and grabbing a plate, started to fill it with food from the table.

"William isn't with you Master Tellerick?" Asked Kralla.

"No. I thought it best to leave him with his father. He needs his family right now more than he needs us. He needs to be grounded by them."

"He has a lot of power, doesn't he."

Tellerick nodded. "I understand now why we've been drafted by fate to be at his side. He has yet to come into his own. We need to prepare him for whatever is coming..."

"About that... There's a problem brewing..."

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Dinner break

Magic #114

Kralla waved from the bench, a leg of turkey in her other hand as Tellerick came around the bend in the road.

"Hail!" She shouted, before turning to Skaran. "Best go get Barnabas."

"He was headed for more wine, so he's probably in the cellar." Skaran got up from the bench and headed towards the main building.

Tellerick approached the table and sat down. "And how is everyone?"

"Well as can be. The dragon still has her cold. You should hear her snoring at night!" Kralla rolled her eyes. "We set up camp over towards the woods, she is... loud."

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Let them know...

Magic #113

Albrecht mounted his horse. Behind them, a mule carried his plate armour and other gear. His page boy mounted his pony and brought it alongside Sir Albrecht's massive shire horse. He beckoned to the boy.

"Boy. You cannot come with me."

"But sire! I must!"

"Not this one Fred." He patted the boy's shoulder. "This one is a wily beast, and very old. It's bested so many before me, and I won't underestimate it. The last thing I want is for you to get in the way."

"Sire... I..."

"I want you to return to the guild. Let them know."

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Mother of Dragons

Magic #112

Albrecht wiped his greying beard on his sleeve. "Gods dammit! The Mother of Dragons!" He coughed again. "Boy. Prepare our gear, we must leave as soon as possible."

"Sire? The 'Mother of Dragons'?"

"I recognise the description. This is an elder dragon that the guild has been trying to slay for centuries. It is a duty reserved for the experienced members of the guild."

"Like yourself sire?"

"Aye lad. Now run along and prepare. We must move quickly. This one is rarely down from its mountain in the North. Although I must wonder, boy, why is it so far south?"

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A call for a Slayer

Magic #111

"Sir Albrecht! Sire! A message from the Order!"

Albrecht rolled his eyes and sighed. He put down the polishing cloth and the pauldron he'd been working on.

"What is it now, boy?" He lifted a nearby goblet of wine.

"A dragon! A dragon has roosted in a monastery in the foothills. A messenger from the Order of Masterful Sepulchre arrived this morning."

Albrecht rolled his eyes again. "Probably another lizard and not a dragon."

"The messenger described it. Huge he said, black as night with enormous purple wings."

Wine sprayed across the boys face as Albrecht coughed and spluttered loudly.

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Magic #110

"She could always throw-up on him."

Kralla looked sharply at Skaran and they both shuddered simultaneously.

"Aye. Maybe not. That would not be a nice way to go."

"Skaran, keep thoughts like that to yourself please. Lest I have to tie your mouth shut."

"Sorry big cat. My mouth gets away from me sometimes."

"Hmmm... I had noticed." She smirked, and then looked across to Barnabas helping the monks load the animals. "I think we might have to hold Barnabas back initially. He's likely to get himself hurt if we don't."

"Aye lass. I've got rope at the ready."

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A few more seconds then?

Magic #109

"I'll give the slayer a few more seconds than that. They do have flame-proof armour, and the guild's tactics are renowned. But like you said, Amethyst is a wily old lady. I don't know. She might just blast him into ash the moment he goes through the door." Said Kralla thoughtfully.

"She's not very well though. There might be a lot o'smoke and no fire."

Kralla put down her sword and slid it into its sheath. "Good point. She's not well." Kralla pulled her other sword from its sheath and started sharpening it. "We might have to step in."

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Fast or slow?

Magic #108

"I suspect you might very well learn some new swear words rat."

"Oh, I don't know about that missy." He grinned. "But maybe I can loan master Tamryn some new ones!"

"So... If you were a betting rat... Fast or slow?"

Skaran scratched his chin and looked thoughtful. "Dunno. I'm all for the big showy stuff, but she's a wily old lizard. She won't let'im go, that's fer certain. He'd likely bring back reinforcements..."

Kralla nodded.

"... I think there'll be a bit o'bluster, a big flash'n it'll be all over in a few seconds."

"So quick then?"

Skaran nodded.

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Baked ruins

Magic #107

Barnabas got up and started walking back towards the monastery.

"Oh!" Shouted Skaran after him. "If they're not taking it with them, can you check to see if they've got any loo roll and soap they don't mind letting us have? We're running low and things are gonna get real smoky and ashy round here soon."

Barnabas rolled his eyes, and shouted back over his shoulder. "I'll ask!"

Skaran sniggered and Kralla glanced across at him. "What's amused you rat?"

"Heh, just thinkin' about what you said about what master Tamryn's gonna say when he gets back to baked ruins."