Fire and Gold

Victoria lay in the darkness ahead of Catherine, Joey, Shard, and Krista.

There was something stirring inside of her.

She didn’t know if it was a good thing or not, only that it drove her, compelled her.

Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea taking the form of a dragon. But it was far too late for that.

Victoria opened her mouth, breathing fire upon the four imaginers, satisfied by their horrified screams. Then she remembered Shard.

Her jaws snapped shut, the stream of fire ceasing.

Krista, the warlock, had blocked the blaze with a clever spell.

Angered by this, Victoria lurched forward, her massive size filling the cave from wall to wall.

With a furious roar, she picked up Shard by his coat, carrying him past the others like a kitten hanging from a mother cat’s mouth.


The cave abruptly disappeared, the landscape shifting and melting to a wasteland, a volcano in the horizon.

Victoria was flying now, carrying her prisoner to the top of the fire mountain.

She’d show them not to mess with a dragon.


Diving into the top of the volcano, Victoria landed on a column of rock in the center of the pool of lava.

Treasure and gold lay in heaps, diamonds and other precious gems spilling out of crates and chests.

The black dragon set Shard down gingerly.

Victoria then proceeded to transform herself into her favorite human form.


Her hair was black as ebony, skin pale as ivory.

Her amber eyes twinkled mischievously.

Victoria Glass had become something of an enchantress, her skimpy black outfit showing off her every curve.

Lying back on a mountain of gold coins, she beckoned Shard to come closer.

The End

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