by Sami Dougish
“When the, mage was going to kill me, what were you going to do? I felt a huge build up of pressure inside. What was that?”
Raskorian blew a cloud of smoke into my face, which I batted away irritably.
“Well since you had failed to kill the wizard, and were about to die, I figured I might as well level the surrounding forest and kill every one of them as we died. Your body is filled with your own blood essence, as well as the pool we have harvested from our enemies. I have the ability to, shall we say, overload, all of the power at once inside your body. The energy released form so much unstable blood essence at once, can be catastrophic! We would have destroyed all life in the forest for a mile in either direction!”
I looked at the dragon for a moment, not sure whether or not I was mad or impressed. Finally, I just chuckled evilly, which eventually turned into a manic fit of laughter, “So even if I die, you can take the bastard that killed me with us? Oh, that’s damn perfect! Well then, I would like to request if I am ever to die, feel free to take as many as you can with us!”
Raskorian rumbled his approval, and said, “Ah vessel, despite your many shortcomings, I am glad to have found a lesser one with a blood lust to equal mine! With my guidance, and power, you will become someone who’s name will be spoken of in hushed and fearful voices throughout this world!”
Raskorian actually started to laugh evilly, and I soon joined him, both of us laughing madly as we imagined the great blood harvest in our future.”
Continues in Book 2