He reared back, standing on his powerful back legs. Arabella took the opportunity to rush forward, she was nothing but a small speck compared to the dragons. As Vyandun crashed down, intending to stomp Rayzier’s head to bits, Arabella lifted the wooden stake and braced it hard against the ground.
Vyandun’s weight pushed it’s tip deep into his belly. He roared in pain as it sank deeper. Behind Arabella, Rayzier stirred and saw what happened. Their eyes met briefly before he slithered forward and used his claws to rip open Vyandun, a shower of blood fell as Vyandun slumped over.
The dragonkin roared their approval as Rayzier turned back into a man and swept forward to embrace the blood soaked Arabella. Vyandun breathing his last breath, withered into human form.
Mobian sounded the horn with his free hand and the crowd slowly engulfed the couple.
“Rayzier! You’ve done it!” one man shouted.
“The human helped!” Another face yelled.
Rayzier stepped forward and pushed his hand into the steaming belly of Vyandun and removed a heavy stone. It was a deep red and radiated heat. Mobian appeared beside Arabella and placed the child back in her arms.
A piece of the stone was chipped off and instantly the rest turned to ash. Carefully, the small sleeping infant was given the speck of rock. The baby boy squirmed slightly but otherwise nothing averse happened.
Rayzier threw up his hands, “And now dragonkin, with the end of Vyandun I am happy to announce that Arabella will be joining us for the rest of her life.”
She smiled, still watching her child but looked up at the words. She was happy to stay but now that it was official a rush of excitement and finality caused a tear to come to her eyes.
“Dragonkin, my new family,” Arabella spoke up, “let me present you with our child, Henrick.”
Rayzier nodded knowingly. The crowd cheered with delight just as the sun parted over the horizon and lit up the grounds for all to see them.
The End
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Saved By The Dragon
Dragon Shifter
By: Lisa Cartwright
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Chapter 1
Callie stared out the window of the train. She was thankful to have no one next to her in the seat, but she was still feeling cramped. It had been two days and she still had one more day and night before she would finally reach her destination. Maybe she wouldn’t be so stressed out, if she knew what she was getting into. Instead, she did not know the Aunt she was supposed to take care of in her final days, nor did she know anything about the small antiques shop that she was supposed to help her run.
It all came down to the fact that Callie was the only women in her family not married and with only a waitressing job, apparently she was not deemed to be busy enough to worry about dropping everything in her life. So she had agreed, as she always does. Her father had told her it would only be for six months, until she helped her get everything in order. Callie couldn’t help but hope that it was sooner, though she knew the effect of that hope so she tried to push it from her mind.
Callie had just finished school and like many new graduates, she was finding it hard to find a career to use her degree on. She shouldn’t have gone for art, but it was her passion. She figured if she couldn’t be an artist, at least she could deal with art on a daily basis. Instead, she seemed to have a lot of debt and a very expensive piece of paper that was doing her no good.
The student debt, more than the family obligation and guilt is what brought her to the small town in Oregon. Her help guaranteed her a tidy sum that would make all of her debt go away. If she really thought about it from that point of view, it was easier to swallow. But as she drew closer, all she could think about was the unknowns. There were so many unknowns and she was not used to that. Callie was used to knowing what was going on.
“Excuse me Miss. Do you mind if I sit here?”
Callie nodded, though she noticed several rows that were completely empty. She apparently had gained a companion and the older gentlemen had a nice smile and looked at her with a grin on his face. He almost looked at her, like he knew her, but she had never seen him before in her life.
The two people rode in silence for a while then he asked her a strange question. “This is going to sound weird, but you don’t know a Cindy Ruel, do you?”