All quickly dove behind the stalactites except for Gramps desperately grabbing for his falling granddaughter.
" Gramps, get down "
The Dragon charged at the old man, knocking him over with a wing as Gramps fell to the ground and rolled toward the edge. He barely managed to grab hold of a stone that was jutting out. The dragon landed beside the mage, as saliva dripped from it's mouth.
The rest of the group saw that gramps was in deep trouble. Torner ( being the former palidin ) charged the dragon.
" DIE YOU THILTHY BEAST"
With sword held high he plunged it into the back of the dragon.. Behind him Lytra was following..
"Cyber-Lite sword,,, engage"
And she dove for it's head. Rasor looked at his battle-axe, and not knowing anything kewl to say at the time, he lofted it in the air also.
" Grizelda,,, engage "
TymeKeeper stood there perplexed, as he was rapidly looking through his notes.
" Halla, you said there weren't any Dragons in this story, why when I get back,,, pow, right in the kisser."
Bart scampered to grab gramps hands before he fell down into the endless pit. Gramps had been the one that had extended his friendship. And now he was in trouble.
There was a fury of swords and teeth as the dragon attacked back. Neither side appeared to be getting the better of the other. Until Bart finally managed to get into the fray. Seeing that it may not be in the best position strategically , the dragon backed away, and flew down the pit. The heros, seeing that no one had been severally wounded, retreated into the stalactites.
" WOW, that was a good fight. "
" Lets hope we don't see that dragon again."
" Yeah, lets get on to 'M'. "
Then gramps broke in.
" I think you're forgetting something. Like Morgan."
" And Danidar too. "
As Ophillia melted into gramp's arms. She had just seen one of her best friends go down into the dark pit also. They had both lost someone they cared for a lot.
" ok, finding Morgan and Danidar are our priorities, but first we got to get out of this spot, that dragon will figure a way to pick us off like bugs if we don't move"
" What about that opening you saw ?"
Sure enough, in the back of the formation was a small crack. Just large enough for the hero's to squeeze though.
" Let's just see that dragon get through there."
Just to be on the save side they moved a few small boulders into place to block the entrance. They looked around and saw that they now stood in a huge hallway. Strange noises were echoing off the wall, coming from far away. But the hall looked empty. Lytra stepped in front.
" ok team,,, lets move out."
The hero's moved as quietly as they could down the hall. They came to a gigantic door. On the door was a fresco of a golden pair of arches.
" Hey look, it's a picture of Mount Bottoms'up !!"
" No it's not, it's a huge ,, 'M' "
The party held their breath. This could be it. The moment they have been waiting for. To finally meet 'M' and defeat him. Everyone took a deep breath again.
" Every one ready ??"
" Yes, lets go."
" OK "
With the size of the door , it took Bart, Rasor, Torner, and Lytra to open the door. When a large enough opening was made the group rushed in. In front of them, they saw a huge room. A war room of some sort, but no one was there. Apparently 'M' had slipped out.
" 'M' YOU ,,, YOU,,, YOU SON OF AN ELF."
" HEY, Torner, stop your swearing, there are ladies here."
Then on the desk, Tymekeeper noticed a peice of paper.
Sorry Hero's,
Better luck next time.