Flight of the Dragon (The Chronicles of Dragon, Series 2, Book 5 of 10) (Tail of the Dragon) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Rerry’s head and smote the giant in the chest with a mighty explosion.
    Ka-BOOoooooooM!
    The ram-horned giant teetered backward. Its arms flailed wildly at its sides. It stumbled backward, groaning and clutching at its chest … and fell.
    Boom!
    The giant lay on its back. Smoke rose from its expansive chest.
    Rerry looked back at Samaz. “What did you do?”
    Eyes no longer rolled up inside his head, Samaz dusted off his hands. “Just a spell Mother showed me. I’ve had it mastered for quite some time, but I’ve never had the chance to use it.”
    “You could have used it sooner!” Rerry crept closer to the giant. Standing beside its massive foot, he said, “Did you kill it?”
    Samaz shrugged. “I don’t think we should wait around to find out. Let’s just get going.”
    With bright eyes, Rerry said, “Samaz, do you know what this means?”
    Staring at the foul monster that lay strewn out on the creek bed, Samaz replied, “No.”
    “We killed a giant!”
    “You mean I killed a giant.”
    “No, if I hadn’t stalled it—extremely bravely, I might add—you never would have gotten around to casting that sorcery.” Rerry lifted his chin. “It was a team effort we can both take the glory in, even though I did the hard part.”
    “Do you have any idea how hard it is to cast a spell while running through a forest? No, of course you don’t. You don’t have the ability in you.” Samaz pulled his helmet off and dropped it on the ground. “With this ugly helmet on, no less. But it’s not a competition, Rerry. We live. That’s what matters, so let’s get moving again.”
    Rerry crinkled his nose. Eyeing the body of the giant, he said, “I need a souvenir, a trophy or something.”
    “Don’t be foolish.”
    Rerry bent over the giant’s crusty hand. It was almost big enough to pick him up with. He spied a ring on its finger. “I’ll be!” Using both hands, he wiggled it loose and tugged it off. With his back to Samaz, he held it up over his head. “Looky looky what I found. I think it’s gold.” He spat on it and rubbed the grit off with his sleeve. The metal twinkled in what sunlight cut through the trees. “Yes, it is gold. Hah, what do you think of that, Samaz?” He stuck his entire arm through the hoop. “Now that’s a trophy we can be proud of. Right, Samaz? Right?”
    The forest was oddly quiet.
    Rerry turned, eyes searching for his brother.
    Samaz was nearby, but he wasn’t alone. He was surrounded by fully armed elves. His hands were above his head. Rerry didn’t recognize any of the elves—except for one, Captain Scar. The edge of his rapier was at Samaz’s throat.
    Wearing the standard black tunic of the elven guard, left eye covered in a patch, the fit, brown-haired elven soldier said to Rerry, “That is a fine trophy. It will look great hanging from my wife’s neck.”
    Rerry made a move.
    More elves emerged from the woodland with bows nocked with arrows pointed at him.
    Captain Scar motioned to him. “Please, toss the bauble over. Finders keepers, eh?”
    “I tell you what, Scar. How about this? I keep the ring. You keep my brother.”
    Samaz’s eyes widened.
    Scar showed a cocky smile. “Why settle for one when I can have both?”
    With a shrug, Rerry said, “I see your point.” He rubbed the ring, shining it up a bit, caressing it with his eyes. “How about I fence you for it?”
    “No.”
    Holding the ring in both of his hands, Rerry looked at the golden object and said, “I promise I will see you again.”
    Birds scattered from the trees. Many of the elven soldiers clad in black tunics trimmed in silver glanced up.
    Without warning, the horned giant’s hand came to life and smote one of the elves dead with a single strike. With an angry groan, it sat up, saying, “Ah! A feast of elven meat is upon me! I’ll relish all of your bones!”
    Every elven warrior sprang into action. Bowstrings were pulled back. Arrows were let loose.
    Twang! Twang! Twang! Thwack!