Dragons VS Unicorns

a dragon and a unicorn fight with each other then the dragon gets caught.

 The seemingly tranquil valley hid a whole host of creatures unknown to mankind, like: dragons, unicorns, pegasus, ocassional minotaurs, and the odd cyclops. Pegasus were not completely unknown; the nearby village had stories about horses flying on white feathered wings when the moon was full, and also the odd story about prowling winged lizards disappearing into houses, then the owners disappearing mysteriously, the only evidence a smashed window and paw prints leading to the bedroom. Also, mysterious smears of blood on the shattered window pane.  

But the seemingly tranquil forest wasn't so calm as it seemed. A trail of uprooted trees led to a hissing blue dragon clawing at a blinding white unicorn. A golden horn dipped and gleamed as the unicorn tossed her head and reared on her hind legs, kicking at the hissing animal in front of her with gleaming hooves.

 The dragon swerved aside, his dark blue eyes on fire with rage, and never leaving the unicorn's deep brown irises. He used her attack to his advantage, darting under her upraised hooves, and raising his claws to slash at her stomach, and would've sliced her open if she hadn't begun to roll over to dislodge him. He hissed, and shot out from under her, raising his wings high over his head, and bringing them down, with a great gust of wind causing the unicorn's mane to whip around her head.

 He flew up through the trees, disappearing through the treetops, then diving back down, claws extended, mouth open in a grin of
expectation. Even his wings were pointing forward, keen to pierce the glossy hide of the unicorn. The unicorn reared on her hind legs, raising her horn in defence. The dragon growled, and spread his wings again, narrowly missing being stabbed by the glimmering horn. He screeched, spinning round, trying to land on her back, long claws extended.

 She spun round, snorting, rearing high on her hind legs, hitting out at him with saw-edged hooves. She managed to catch him on his side, winding him, and sending him crashing down. He tried to stand, and fell back, hissing at the unicorn. The unicorn kept a respective distance, not wanting to come in reach of his deadly claws.

 He flapped his wings, and managed to get air-borne, rising through the treetops, then he crashed back through, sticks tearing at the thin membrane. He gave a scream, that no creature like him should have been capable of making. Then all the fight went out of him, and he spoke to the unicorn directly.

 "If you are going to kill me, strike quickly, and do not prolong my suffering," it was the first time the unicorn had heard him speak,
and she was shocked that a creature so quick to anger and so young could possess so much intelligence. She raised her hoof to end his suffering, but then lowered it again, unable to end his existence. He may have been angry and dangerous, but he looked so pitiful.

So instead, she raised her hoof and softly kicked him in his scaly head. His dark blue eyes were hidden behind his eye-lids, and he fell back into the dirt, silent and limp. The only movement that came from him now was the gentle rising of his chest, then the slow fall as he breathed.

His scales had been hard enough  to prevent any serious damage, but she had kicked hard enough to knock him into unconsciousness. A dragon wouldn't be in any serious damage from any of the animals that roamed these forests; it was humans that presented the problem, but they didn't usually venture this far into the forest, and when they did, they were chased away before they could get far enough to see the 'mythical' creatures.

So she left him where he was, slumped against a tree. She turned around, whipped her long tail, and galloped away into the forest without a backwards glance.

When the dragon awoke, the first thing he sensed was human beings; their wind was tainted with their varying scents, they swarmed around him, gawping and yelling. Their loud voices came from every direction. Then he noticed where he was; he was sitting on a metal plate, barely a meter wide, and not much longer length-wise. Thick iron bars rose up around him, hemming him in. He was in a cage; he was a human prisoner, and there was nothing he could do about it.

 He gave an ear-splitting roar, alerting those nearby that he was awake. A woman gave a scream at seeing a dragon, a mythical creature, glaring at her with hatred and rage all over his scaly face. But most people just gathered around the cage, whispering and pointing. The dragon gave a threatening snarl, hoping to intimidate them. This only caused them to whisper louder.

 "Let me go!" he roared, sharpening his consciousness into a spear, and launching it at the surrounding minds. the result was that half the crowd fell to the ground, clutching their heads in pain.

 "Let me go!" he growled, this time using his rough grasp of their language. A few of them let their mouths fall open in shock; they didn't know that animals' tounges could produce the sounds that formed their language.

 "You are the first dragon we have seen," called a man, speaking loud and slow. "Can't we study you?"

"What are you doing is not research," the dragon changed back to speaking with his mind. "You are imprisoning me, and I do not appreciate being caged up like a criminal!"

 "If we release you, what would you do for revenge?" demanded the man, who seemed to be their leader. "Kill us? Raid our food stores, and leave us starving? Burn our tents down and leave us homeless? No! We have to keep you caged,  or we would be fearing for lives!"

The dragon bared his teeth and snarled. Did they doubt his word? But then, he reflected, they did have reason to distrust him; neither he nor his kind had shown themselves before this day. But he had an advantage; he could breathe fire, and they didn't know that he could.

"Do you see, dragon? We cannot free you, lest you seek vengeance," the man tried to reason with the dragon.

 "No, I do not see. What do you think I'm going to do? Slit your throats as you sleep?" the dragon snorted. "The worst I could do is trample your tents!"

 "We don't know that," protested the leader. "We have come here to see what specimens it houses."

"Then catch them, and throw them in a zoo," growled the caged animal. "Once you let me out of here, I'm going to warn every animal that you call 'mythical'' what you are doing, and tell them to run or hide  or fly away!" 

 "Aaaah," sighed the leader, who was a man called Solomon. "That is another reason why we can't let you go; you would scare away all the interesting specimens, and then nobody else would be able to see them. Now, sleep tight," and so saying he raised a tranquiliser gun and aimed at the jugular vein that was visible beneath the thick armoury of scales. The dragon gave an amused snort.

 "You think that you can pierce my scales with little needles?" demanded the dragon, sounding amused.

 "Of course not!" laughed Solomon. "We have a special gun, that pushes the dart out with more speed, more power, enougb power to be able to pierce your scales."

When he heard this, the dragon roared, and launched himself at the bars of the cage, at Solomon. The man gave a start and leapt back, but the dragon, who was called Gawain, could do little more than clutch at the bars, and stare at Solomon with hatred and anger all over his long snout. Gawain was still saddened for what will happen to his fellow creatures at the hands of these men. But now his sadness was replaced by anger; anger at humans.

 Then he saw the trees shudder in the distance, and so did Solomon. Gawain realised his fellow mythical creatures must be setting out to save him; they'd know where he was, because all of them had highly developed sense of smell. His heart lifted when he realised he was been rescued, but then dropped again; they were heading into a trap, and they didn't know.

 "Men!" snapped Solomon. "Grab your tranquilisers and get into position!"

 Gawain suddenly gave an ear-splitting roar, warning his saviours what they were getting into.  The trees that surrounded the clearing shuddered. Then a stampede of minotaurs burst into the clearing, taking no notice of the syringes of tranqulisers shot at them.

Then one of the men shouted something foreign and they all looked up, and saw the pegasus flying in towards them, hooves kicking at them. Then from the other side a herd of unicorns burst through the trees heads lowered, mains flying, and they didn't take any notice of the darts either. Then a swarm of dragons landed, and ran towards the cage.

 The minotaurs, the unicorns and the pegasus encirled the crowd of dragons as they worked to free their caged brethren. The humans had stopped wasting their tranquiliser, and had their guns pointed at the defensive circle. One foolish man released an iron bullet at a minotaur. The minotaur bellowed angrily and tossed his horned head. Then he pawed the ground. The unicorns watched nervously; minotaurs were not well known for their good temperaments. The minotaur gave a snort, and charged the quivering man.

 The dragons ignored the enraged minotaur and carried on trying to free their imprisoned friend.

 "Oh, forget this!" snorted an impatient dragon, and blew a directed jet of fire at the bars, causing them to melt into a white puddle on the ground. Their brother jumped out and thanked his surroundigng scaly friends. Then he thanked the unicorns, the pegasus and the minotaurs for helping.

But the humans weren't defeated, yet. Solomon pulled a leather whip, launching it at a large blue dragon, catching him on the ankle. The dragon gave a hiss and launched  himself at Solomon, hissing with rage. The whip had caused his ankle to swell up and change from sky-blue to throbbing red.

 Solomon gave a scream, and dived to the ground, narrowly missing being sliced by the angered lizard's claws. The dragon swooped back round, hissing with rage. Solomon seized his pistol and loaded it quickly, aimed at the attacking dragon, and fired.  The dragon yowled in pain, and fell to the ground. Solomon went to kneel near him, but the dragon tried to slash at him with the little strength he had left.

The minotaurs encircled the unicorns and dragons, while the pegasus hovered protectively over them. The dragon was in a bad way, that much was apparent.

 "Get some bandages," ordered a red dragon, the oldest and most knowledgable dragon there. An orange dragon left the wounded dragon's side, and flew at Solomon. Solomon flinched, but the dragon didn't want to hurt him. He landed  in front of him, and extended his claws. Solomon apprehensively reached for his pistol, but didn't fire it. The dragon reached up and cut off Solomon's sleeves, then returned back to the dragons.

"Perfect," said the old dragon, and tore them into white strips.

"This will hurt," he told the wounded dragon in front of him. With that he extended a single claw, and reopened the wound with his claw. The dragon hissed with pain, and fell back to the ground. The medical dragon gave a nod at a unicorn, who hit the patient lightly on the head with the side of her horn. He fell back with a soft cry. Once he checked the unconscious creature was in no danger, the old lizard set about tying two strips of cloth around the wound.  Then he turned to the swollen ankle, and tied the remaining cloth around it.

 "Wake him up," he called to the unicorn, who touched his head softly with the tip of her horn. A stream of silver dust poured from the tip, and disappeared up the dragon's snout. His eyes flickered under his closed eye lids, then they opened, and they were no longer filled with pain. The anger was still there though.

 "Solomon!" he roared, his voice searing into the human's mind  with such ferocity that Solomon flinched in pain. "What did you do?!"

 "I ... I was defending myseld," muttered Solomon, looking down at his feet.

"I was avenging my brethren, and now I will avenge myself!" hissed the dragon. He picked himself up, flapped his wings and launched himself at Solomon, along with the rest of the dragons. Solomon gave a high-pitched scream, and ran out of camp, heading towards the forest. The dragons caught him up with ease, and Solomon disappeared under the mass of dragons. When they flew back towards the unicorns and minotaurs, Solomon had disappeared. Only the dragons knew what had happened to him.

"Let's go," said the old dragon, and they, alongside the unicorns, pegasus, and minotaurs, they made their way back into their woodland homes, leaving the humans to flee back to their homes. Solomon seemed to have disappeared completely, but as well as stories of dragons, there was now the occasional story
about a mysterious human figure roaming the forest.

                             By Abi Billingham

The End

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