Dragon Baiting and A Double Trap 

Kalithuul closed her eyes for a moment to feel the cool wind whip past as she flew over the dark forest; she smelled the new spring pines as they began to grow again. Her light green scales were glinting silver in the red twilight sun, as she scanned the ground for some sign of movement.

The animals had all gone into hiding since her arrival though that wouldn’t have hindered most green dragons. Kalithuul missed the comforts of her childhood nest only 3 months gone and she felt like she was already starving to death. Her mother had always managed to get enough food for all of them, a feat which Kalithuul did not fully appreciate until the first time she went hungry, of course it was hardly the first time any more.

There, in a meadow ahead a deer was hobbling, to injure to get to cover in time. Kalithuul grinned down, and came to hover just above the deer who let out a bay of fright, as she crashed down on him. Something was wrong, there was no crunching of bones, no cry of pain,  or any squirming of her prey. She looked down at the deer that still stood her leg going through his undamaged body.

An illusion a trap was all she had time to think before the first arrows hit. Dozens of them pelted her armored wings, most breaking or glancing off harmlessly but some found their way into her tough sinewy flesh.

She let out a roar of rage and pain as she tried to lift into the air, but her wings felt heavy and would not obey her commands. Poison, she looked to her right to see an elf darting through the tree tops like a squirrel, as it lepta between branches it fired an arrow that found its mark right up the dragons soft nose.

Kalithuul roared with fear more then anger as she lashed out with the poison of her breath, but to no avail, the elves had already moved away from her head, she felt their arrows digging in between the scales of her large hind legs, even more clearly she felt the blood now as it coursed out of her body, with each heart beat she felt her self weaken, as she began to cry the salt of her tears stung her eyes and mixed with the blood pouring from her nose. Kalithuul gave a lerch as she tried to run but her back legs buckled, sending her crashing into the trees.

She could hear one of the elves mocking her, as he moved through the trees for a better shot at her neck, telling her how dragon tasted, she raised her head, to strike just one, that’s all she asked at least on little piece of retribution.

But she could not see him through her tears, but she saw his arrow glide towards her eye just in time to blink, her lid blocked the arrow, but more found their way into the base of her neck.

She felt herself fading from the world, and then there was a blast of heat as a group of trees burst into flames. Another Blast closer to Kalithuul seemed to pull her from the haze, just enough to see a tall figure dressed in gold and orange floating through the trees, a flash a light cut out from his hand cutting down a pair of fleeing elves.

The man came to land beside Kalithuul, who stared at him curiously, even through the pain, and weakness of her blood lose she could still feel the tightness of her stomach from fear at his presence. He smiled at her and with a flick of his wrist her pain was gone.

The shock of what happened could barely register before he threw another shock at her. You owe me your life, and are now my servant.

Kalithuul scuffed even through her fear for dragons served no one.

He grinned, to disobey is to come to the same condition you where in before I found, and to die shortly thereafter.

With another flick of his hand she felt the blood come poring out of her nose again and she roared in pain. Then he stopped it.

Kalithuul glared at her new master, the hatred building inside her, “you made the deer.” It wasn’t a question

Yes, I knew the elves would see it, and set a trap for you, so I set a trap for well all of you. They where my enemies and you played your part as bait rather well, his voice was soothing, calm, yet disturbingly arrogant even to a dragons ears.

So I can go then? Although she asked it Kalithuul already knew the answer.

No, he smiled, no, in weak as you may be now in 5000 years time when I am ready to conquer the world you will be truly strong.

5000 years time, I cannot serve, but he cut her off

Oh  but you can and longer still, it takes time to build the armies to put the steps into motion that will make the whole of the world my servant. To start this you need to take on servants of your own, become the leader of a tribe of orcs, or some such lesser race.

I have no need- again he cut her off Kalithuul was starting to get annoyed with this creature.

But I do, he grinned at her, you see if I save thousands of dragons and each in turn has thousands of lesser servants, my army will be unstoppable.