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look as vicious as pine needles. Perhaps he plans to tickle us.” It rested its head on the ground. “Is that your plan, little dragon?”
    There was venom in their thoughts. Hatred. Ancient, but not buried. The bull dragons weren’t like the others, whose wings and scales had been turned black. No, these dragons were the bad ones. Survivors of the last dragon war. Soldiers for evil.
    “You sound bitter,” Nath said. “Perhaps you can still taste my father’s victory, shoved down your throats centuries ago.”
    Bright orange eyes flashed. Great bellies swelled.
    “Your father is far from innocent,” the first one said, lashing out with his tail to snap a tree in half. “He’s every bit the murderer the rest of us are.”
    Murderer?
    “That’s absurd,” Nath said, “And I’d expect nothing short of lies coming from the tongue of an over-sized lizard.” He stepped forward, pointing. “Did my father bust those horns of yours? Why is one eye half shut? And you,” he pointed to the second. “You’ve got scales missing from your belly and your hide. And half your claws are missing. Did you bite them off from the shear fear of his presence?”
    The dragon pair glanced at one another, but no expression changed on their scaled faces. Nath could feel some confusion, however. Such terrifying creatures weren’t accustomed to anything challenging them. Lava started to drip from their mouths.
    “Today you will die, Nath Dragon,” the first said, drawing back a sneer.
    “Yes, die,” said the second. “Prepare yourself.”
    “No, prepare your—”
    Claws swiped the ground.
    Nath leapt high, but caught the full force of a whipping tail. He tumbled through the air and smashed into a tree with bone-jarring force. Thunder came his way, shaking the ground. The first bull dragon pounced at him. He sprang underneath it, rolled onto his back, and swung. Fang clipped its armor-plated belly scales, drawing an angry growl.
    He scrambled away, sword ready. The second dragon cut into his path. A whoosh of flames erupted from its mouth, lighting up the night. The scorching heat was suffocating. Nath charged with Fang held high, bursting through the flames, yelling, “Dragon! Dragon!”
    He chopped claws from its hand.
    The great beast recoiled back. Making an ear-splitting roar, it crashed through the trees in the forest and destroyed everything in its path. Nath’s scales were smoking, his face and hair singed, but he lived. He was the Dragon Prince.
    A shadow fell over his shoulder. He twisted around.
    Stomp!
    The first dragon pinned his body to the ground underneath its clawed foot. Nath lost his breath. It started grinding him into the ground.
    “It seems the cat has caught the mouse,” it said.
    His sword arm was free, but his feeble strikes were useless.
    “Scratch me all you can,” it said, licking its lips, “you’ll be dead in seconds.” Golden lava dripped through the cracks in its teeth. “And I thought the Dragon King’s son would be a challenge. It seems he didn’t have you prepared.”
    Nath struggled and strained. His efforts were in vain. He didn’t have the size or the leverage. His grip began to slip from his sword.
    The bull dragon pushed him deeper into the dirt.
    “Die, Dragon Prince! Die!”
    Lava dripped onto Fang’s blade and sizzled on the metal.
    Help me, Fang! Help me!
    With tremendous effort, he took one last swing, nicking Fang’s tip between the dragon’s steel-hard scales.
    The great blade hummed with life. The steel flared like a star. The sound grew louder and louder.
    The first dragon lurched.
    “What!”
    Nath pointed Fang right at it.
    “Stop that!” it growled. Stop that!”
    The sound grew and lashed out.
    WRAAAAAAANG! WRAAAAAANG! WRAAAAAANG!
    The vibration caught the first dragon’s outspread wings and sent it sailing into the forest.
    Nath crawled out of the dirt. Fang poured it on.
    WRAAAAAAANG! WRAAAAAANG! WRAAAAAANG!
    Leaves and pine needles scattered. Rocks flew