The song this month was one I had never heard of by a group I hadn't heard of either. As soon as I heard it, I liked it. A lot. It immediately brought a scene to mind starring a character from my November flash fiction, Raisa and her dragon troubles.
The song is called Patsheeva by a group called Circa Paleo
If you want you can take a listen here.
Raisa moved
through the tunnels of the cave, barely aware of her surroundings. She crawled
when she needed to crawl and climbed when required. She was on the scent. The
Guild wasn’t, at one point, known as thieves for nothing. Of course, most Guild
members didn’t go out with the idea of stealing from a dragon. Or, if they did,
they didn’t last long. Here she was though, stealing from a dragon.
Perhaps,
there really wasn’t a dragon. Maybe all the stories were just that, stories.
Dragons weren’t seen much anymore. They kept to themselves and were normally found
deep, deep in mountain ranges. This cave really wasn’t that far from the city.
Not really. It had taken her about four hours to drive and another hour to hike
to the entrance. For a dragon, that wasn’t much. And, no matter what she tried
to tell herself, a dragon was here. Somewhere. Her senses told her. Led her ever
closer.
Raisa inched
her way along a thin ledge and cursed her brother and her own stupidity for
ending up in this situation. The Semenov’s had obviously used her brother to
get to her. Of course, it didn’t take much since Georgi was a complete and
utter idiot who imagined himself as a big player in the city. He wasn’t. He was
a pawn and now so was she.
She should
have ignored the Semenov’s offer to meet with her. Her senses told her to
ignore it, but instead she went hoping to talk them into a solution that didn’t
have her stealing from a dragon. They not only didn’t want to talk, but they
stamped their seal on her. A seal she was to understand that never came off.
She was, in effect, their property. Forever. This was what they wanted all
along. They didn’t care about Georgi, but about her. Her skills.
The research
in the Guild archives would hopefully pay off. The only thing that could cancel
out the family seal of a Wyrm was a dragon. She hoped like hell she could
figure out how to convince the dragon to do whatever needed to be done. And,
this whole asinine plan depended on her ability to discuss the situation with a
being who wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about her problems. Well, if the dragon ate
her, it would solve the seal issue once and for all.
Raisa felt
the heat first. Not unpleasant, in fact, it felt good after the chill of the
cave. Her stomach in knots, she moved forward carefully. She was close, her senses
screamed at her wanting her to run, but she refused. She had to get this done.
Next, came
the light. Not like from the sun, but as if from fire. A warm fire on a cold
winter’s night. Yep, just keep that thought in your head, Raisa told herself.
Comfort, warm, friendly. She almost laughed. Nothing, not even strong drink,
was going to convince herself she was heading to a warm, snuggly fire.
Taking a
deep breath, she moved out of the tight corridor into a massive cavern. Or, at
least, she assumed it was massive. She couldn’t look around and investigate her
surroundings since her gaze was pinned on the enormous dragon. The enormous
dragon who lay curled up on his hoard. The enormous dragon who lay curled up on
his hoard watching her with beautiful sea green eyes.
“Well, well,
well,” the deep male voice came from nowhere and everywhere at once. “What do
we have here?”
Raisa gulped
back a scream. She couldn’t imagine that would impress him over much. Her
screaming and flailing around like a Muppet wouldn’t make a great first
impression. No sudden moves, she told herself, and bowed low before him.
“So, thief,
why don’t you tell me why you’re here before I eat you.”
Raisa stepped
forward to bargain with a dragon.
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