Dragon Knight

When Dragon woke, he felt weak and puny, diminished in body and strength.  He struggled to his feet and stared down at the naked human form he inhabited.  The cozy cavern that had been his home looked immense and his body felt tiny.

He remembered the witch’s curse and groaned in abject misery.  “What has the blasted witch done to me?” he shouted.  The sound of his human voice echoed through the cavern, sounding like a person jeering at him.  “I speak with a human voice?” He grasped his neck with spindly fingers and turned to search the cavern with weak human eyes.  “Where is that blasted witch, Bellatrix?”  He found her body slumped onto the floor.  Bellatrix lay in a pool of blood, clutching the golden knife she’d plunged into her own heart.

With human hands, Dragon extracted the knife from the witch’s corpse.  The weapon sparkled with jewels that most dragons would covet, but the metal felt hot and vibrated with supernatural power.  Fear shot through his chest.  Dragon quickly sheathed the bloody knife in a scabbard that lay next to the witch’s body. 

“What am I to do?” he asked, pacing the length of the cavern, vacillating between anger and sorrow.  He stopped and considered everything the witch had told him about her vile curse.  Feeling resigned to the situation, he said, “I must find that young sorceress and get her to remove this dreadful curse.” 

A cold breeze licked his naked skin, raising goose bumps across the frail flesh.  He shivered and raised the puny arm to look at the appendage.  “I’d better cover this pathetic body with human clothing.”

Dragon remembered the body of a human knight, one who recently tried to kill him, lying in a nearby cavern.  That human wore clothing that might suffice for my purpose.  He trudged through tunnels littered with bones, crying in pain as his bare feet stepped on the sharp objects.  He limped forward until he found the knight’s body next to a pool of crystal clear water. 

Dragon stared down at the body of the knight.  He was a large man by human standards with dark hair and runes drawn down one side of his face.  Humans often tried to use magical runes to protect themselves when they confronted a fierce dragon.  It never worked.  He touched the human face he now wore and wondered what it looked like.  Turning to the still pool of water, he gazed into a familiar-looking face.  Strange.  Dragon pushed human fingers through the unruly mop of hair and peered down at the dead knight lying at his feet. 

He gasped, “I look just like this knight.  Did the witch copy the form of this human when she changed me into a knight?”

Synopsis

When Dragon woke, he felt weak and puny, diminished in body and strength.  He struggled to his feet and stared down at the naked human form he inhabited.  The cozy cavern that had been his home looked immense and his body felt tiny.

He remembered the witch’s curse and groaned in abject misery.  “What has the blasted witch done to me?” he shouted.  The sound of his human voice echoed through the cavern, sounding like a person jeering at him.  “I speak with a human voice?” He grasped his neck with spindly fingers and turned to search the cavern with weak human eyes.  “Where is that blasted witch, Bellatrix?”  He found her body slumped onto the floor.  Bellatrix lay in a pool of blood, clutching the golden knife she’d plunged into her own heart.

With human hands, Dragon extracted the knife from the witch’s corpse.  The weapon sparkled with jewels that most dragons would covet, but the metal felt hot and vibrated with supernatural power.  Fear shot through his chest.  Dragon quickly sheathed the bloody knife in a scabbard that lay next to the witch’s body. 

“What am I to do?” he asked, pacing the length of the cavern, vacillating between anger and sorrow.  He stopped and considered everything the witch had told him about her vile curse.  Feeling resigned to the situation, he said, “I must find that young sorceress and get her to remove this dreadful curse.” 

A cold breeze licked his naked skin, raising goose bumps across the frail flesh.  He shivered and raised the puny arm to look at the appendage.  “I’d better cover this pathetic body with human clothing.”

Dragon remembered the body of a human knight, one who recently tried to kill him, lying in a nearby cavern.  That human wore clothing that might suffice for my purpose.  He trudged through tunnels littered with bones, crying in pain as his bare feet stepped on the sharp objects.  He limped forward until he found the knight’s body next to a pool of crystal clear water. 

Dragon stared down at the body of the knight.  He was a large man by human standards with dark hair and runes drawn down one side of his face.  Humans often tried to use magical runes to protect themselves when they confronted a fierce dragon.  It never worked.  He touched the human face he now wore and wondered what it looked like.  Turning to the still pool of water, he gazed into a familiar-looking face.  Strange.  Dragon pushed human fingers through the unruly mop of hair and peered down at the dead knight lying at his feet. 

He gasped, “I look just like this knight.  Did the witch copy the form of this human when she changed me into a knight?”

Diane Rapp became an entrepreneur when she started her own dog grooming salon in Santa Barbara, California. She spent the next thirty years as a small business owner; she sold real estate, started an office supply/copy center, and performed free-lance advertising design.