Man, the things you can do when you need to save your life.
Coach Hedge yelled through his megaphone – “Cupcake! You’ve gotta run! I can keep it down until you get to camp! LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!”
Say what, now? Isn’t that from Star Wars?
We’d been through a lot together, and I did not travel halfway across the globe for my satyr to become drakon-meal.
So, I did a crazy thing.
I formulated a plan that had a 90% chance of failure.
But I still retorted – “Coach, I am not leaving without you! Besides, I have a plan.”
Then came the reply – “And we all know how well those work out, don’t we?”
Can no one trust me? Okay, I nearly got us killed…thrice. But still.
Despite the motivational statement, I went – “Well, for once I’ve got a plan that will work. At least, I hope it will.”
Coach Hedge rolled his eyes and grunted.
Okay, let’s put this plan into action.
I spotted all three of the things I needed right away.
I ran in front of the drakon and started taunting it, with insults like – “Hey, butt-face! Where’d you get the skin from? Looks like someone’s lizard shrivelled up and died!”
Well, that worked pretty well. I had all the attention I needed now.
I sprinted towards the tree and quickly scaled it. Using one of the branches as a spring, I managed a perfect backflip onto a rooftop and caught hold of one of the bronze boards there.
Who bronze-plates their roofs? Weirdos.
I screamed out a final insult for all it was worth – “Hey, your face can scare away the whole hill! Let me take care of that for you.”
And I did the stupidest thing in the world.
I jumped, rolled and came up standing.
Right on the creatures’ head.
It started jerking and tossing around, trying to shake me off its back, till I got a hold of myself and used the bronze board to chop it clean off.
The monster exploded into yellow powdery dust.
I started coughing and fanning dust out of my eyes till I tripped. I nearly fell flat on my face.
When I went near the thing which I seemed to have tripped on, I realised with horror that it was the drakons’ head.
I said, reeling with disgust – “Why the hell is that still here?”
Coach Hedge replied, starstruck – “It’s a spoil of war, kid. You defeated that drakon on your own, so it belongs to you. Never seen anyone do that before.”
As I trudged up the hill, I looked over my shoulder and said – “Well, I guess I’m special then. How much further to camp?”
I didn’t know, until that moment, that some people were watching me.
A group of kids in battle armour sprang out of the bushes, combat-ready.
A tall girl at the head of the group, with blond hair approached me with the question – “Well? Where’s that drakon?”
I answered this in a very smart and intellectual way – “I made it explode.”