Page 8 of Rescued By My Dragons

I continued, “So we’ve all got some time on our hands.What would you say to making a little visit over there, Jenna?”

Jenna gazed at the three of us, one at a time.“I’d love to show you guys a little bit of where I live.It’d be so much fun, getting back home for a while and having you there.”She grinned a little mischievously at that last part.I could imagine she had more than one meaning in mind for “having” us there.That was something we could all appreciate.The idea of being with Jenna on Earth, being in bed with her in another world, got my heart racing a bit, as I was sure it did for my friends.It just had to happen.

“So then, it’s a plan?” I said.

She took Elliot’s hand and again looked happily from one of us to the other.“I think it’s a plan.”

And off we went down the beach, anticipating the adventure.

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We all retired to Elliot’s apartment for dinner and what quickly followed dinner in Elliot’s bedroom.The clothes came off; Jenna blew the three of us and we ate her out and fucked her with our usual enthusiasm.Late at night, we settled into a very contented sleep.

Next morning, the guys and I were horny as usual, and Jenna helped herself to us.After that, we were about as ravenous as it’s possible for three dragon guys and a very sexed-up young woman to get.Together we raided Elliot’s kitchen to whip up a huge breakfast for four.There was a monitor on the wall in Elliot’s dining room where we sat devouring what we’d prepared.What came on the monitor was about enough to put all of us off our appetites.

The report on the local media included a speech given the previous day while we were all at the race.We were all stunned at who was being given the most public forum possible for his words.

As we looked on, the media recording showed a large gathering in Fafnir Park, where Elliot not long ago had won the Pendrake Circle Prize Race.Everyone in the crowd was a Scaler, and every one was in dragon form.They were all gathered and crowding around a podium that had been put up not far from where Elliot had come in for his winning landing.Standing at the podium was a very large, black-scaled, dark violet-winged, scary-looking dragon man.My blood froze and I could swear I felt the same thing happening to my friends as we realized whom we were looking at.It was Jenna, in a chilled and hushed tone, who put the name into the air while instinctively reaching for Elliot’s hand.Clasping fingers with Elliot, she spoke: “Nidaag…!”

”Yeah,” Elliot said, his own voice coming as a low growl.“Nidaag.”

We didn’t know what he looked like in human form.I couldn’t recall whether anyone had ever gotten a scan of him when he wasn’t a big, evil-looking black dragon and no one seemed to know this dragon’s real name.The only name by which he was known was that of a half-mythical king out of Tellus’s ancient history.Nidaag, the warrior tyrant monarch.Nidaag, who in legends that were a mixture of folklore and fact, was the most powerful and feared of all conquering rulers, who once held a whole continent of both humans and Scalers under his talons.He looked like this ancient, storied figure reincarnated, and it was probably easy enough for some people, especially Scalers who remembered the old religions, to believe that was exactly who and what he was.

Addressing the crowd, Nidaag spread his wings and his arms and talked into the microphone drone floating near him, letting his voice boom out into the park.“My friends, my faithful,” he intoned.“We come to a critical moment in history, a moment when we remember the glory of the past and look forward to the rebirth of that glory in the future and there were glorious times, were there not, in an age long, long before any of us were born:times when dragons knew who they were and what was theirs.Times when we recognized ourselves as the rightful lords and masters of the air, land, and sea; of the forests and the mountains and the clouds.Times when we knew whom great Gorgonos made us to be.Some of the dragon-bodied never forgot those times.They passed on the memories to their children, and their children passed them on to their own children, on through the ages into the present day.That’s how we know those times now and that is how some of us yearn to be who our ancestors were.”

Elliot frowned at the monitor so hard that I thought his face would crack.“How can this be allowed?How can anyone let him stand there talking that way?”

”Oh, Elliot,” said Jenna, sounding pained.“This is one of those ways that your world is so much like mine.There are some things about Earth…,” she trailed off for a moment.“This is so familiar.So, so familiar…”

Meanwhile, on the screen, Nidaag continued his blood-chilling speech.“There are those who will hear the words I now say to you, and say that I am truly a font of hatred.They’ll say that I’m spewing words of hate that threaten violence.They’ll say that all beings are equal, whether they possess two bodies or one; that those who are only men are the same as we who are men and dragons, and that no race was meant to live above another.They call us hateful and denounce what we know to be the plain truth of our heritage and is our heritage not athing of beauty, the greatest beauty in all the world?Is it not the most glorious of things to be the grandest, most powerful of all living beings?Are we not dragons in flesh and heart and soul?”

And from the crowd in the recording, a response welled up—a resounding, screeching, roaring cheer of enthused dragons in the grip of a black-scaled orator who knew exactly what to say and exactly how to say it, to inflame a mass of Scalers who felt cheated by history; a history that had been for their benefit as much as for humans.The equality that Nidaag railed against was exactly what had created a desirable quality of life for everyone.But it was Jenna who put it into the best words.

“On Earth, there are some people who have it better than others, but that’s not enough for them,” she said.“There are some people who think, I’ve got mine; now I want yours and there are some humans who know how to use people who think like them to get what they want.Guys, I’m feeling right at home right now.”

I listened to Jenna say that, and I remembered how keen I was to visit Earth.Perhaps we needn’t even bother going there, even keeping our dragon selves secret.How truly different, I wondered, would we find Earth when we got over there?

Nidaag on the screen bellowed on, “I call upon us to be the dragons that our lord Gorgonos made us!I call upon us to be his children, blood of his blood, scales of his scales!Are we not dragons?”

And from the crowd, his enraptured listeners and followers roared back, “We are dragons!”

”Are we not dragons?” Nidaag bellowed again.

The crowd answered resoundingly, “We are dragons!”

”Hail Gorgonos!” Nidaag shouted.

And the crowd shouted back, “Hail Gorgonos!”

Nidaag repeated at the top of his dragon lungs, “Hail Gorgonos!”

The crowd repeated in booming tones, “Hail Gorgonos!”

And then Cade, sounding sick and angry next to me at the table, said, “Turn that damn thing off!”

”I agree,” said Elliot.“I’ve had enough of that filth.”And he picked up the remote, which lay on the table near him, and shut off the monitor.Looking as sick and angry as Cade sounded, he said, “I have members of my own family who think that way; people I’m related to who actually believe that kind of sick filth.How can they?How can anyone think things like that?”Jenna put her arms around him, kissed his shoulder, and stroked his arm soothingly.“How does anyone get that way?”

”It comes from a lot of things,” she said.“Thinking life has been unfair to you, or thinking life has been more fair to someone else than you.Or just not liking to have to live with what’s not like yourself.It isn’t right, but it goes on.The people in that recording were in dragon bodies, but they were totally human.They might as well have been from Earth.”She let go of Elliot and addressed all of us.“What we just saw was just like my world.Do you really still want to go over there?”

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