Oak Willowglimmer, Mistress of The Gardens Meets The Dragon (Chapter Five)

Oak froze, as her mind tried to comprehend this situation.  One minute a beautiful fairy is before her and the next…well, this fire breathing mean looking dragon, who’s blowing orange and red smoke that smells like a dead ogre was there. (If you remember, she never did smell a dead ogre, but this smell would probably be pretty close).  She just stood there.  He just stood there and they both just stared at each other.  She felt something on her foot and tried to slowly move her other foot over to brush whatever it was away, without the dragon noticing; but he did and he jumped back and yelped!  Then she jumped back and yelped!  He screamed – she screamed…and then……silence.  Well, silence except for the rapid heartbeats resounding from both of their chests. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam slowing lowering himself down from the ceiling, on a silver strand of web.  Their eyes met and the unspoken words were something like, “What’s going on with this dragon?”

Oak noticed that the dragon was actually crying and wiping his tears with the back of one of his paws.  She felt her fear leave her body and began to feel sorry for him; actually sorry for both of them.  “Sir,” Oak whispered.  His head jerked up and he began trembling and inches backwards into a wall.  “No, don’t be afraid,” Oak cried.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  Are you going to hurt me?”  The dragon looked at her sheepishly and said, “No, little one.  I’m scared to pieces that someone is going to hurt me.  Why would I hurt you?”  “Well, you’re a dragon, you know.  Dragons are known for being ferocious and scary and breathing fire on people and all sort of things,” Oak said.  “Not me.  I was never like that.”  Right at that moment, the walls began to shake and the floor began to roll.  The dragon ran and hid behind Oak and Sam hid behind the dragon.

Oak, Sam and the dragon could not believe their eyes, for walking right in front of them was a giant; a giant human being.  It was a boy, but a might tall boy.  He didn’t look mean; in fact he looked pretty nice.  He was whistling a song as he walked and was looking all around.  He stopped and seemed to listen.  Cocking his head to one side, he whispered, “Is anyone here?” Of course, because he was a giant, the whisper was like a might roar. He listened for a moment and then started walking, well, kind of tip toeing, like he was afraid he would step on something that shouldn’t be stepped on.

Oak, Sam and the dragon stayed perfectly still, hoping that the boy would pass them by; but alas, he didn’t.  He happened to have a little flashlight with him and he was shining it all over the cave.  He caught a glimpse of the dragon and bent down to look closer.  Oak, Sam and the dragon all took a deep breath together for they fear this would be the end of them.  Instead, the boy looked at the dragon and said, “Wow, a lizard!  I found a lizard!”  He went to grab the dragon and Oak yelled out, “No, please.  He’s my friend.”  The boy looked at her and said, “A fairy!  I knew it.  I JUST knew it!!!  I knew there were fairies in this cave!”  He was so excited that he began jumping up and down, which cause the ground to shake and roll again and Oak and the dragon fell on, while Sam just hung on the end of his webby strand.

Well, at this point, Oak was pretty tired of all she had been through in the last 24 hours or so. She stood up and brushed herself off.  Then she helped the dragon up and made sure he was OK.  Oak looked at the boy and said, “Excuse me for just one moment please.”  “Dragon, what is your name?  I can’t keep calling you dragon,” she looked at the dragon.  “My name, my name, my name….it’s Sherwood.”  Oak looked at him and smiled. “Please to meet you, Sherwood.” Turning to the boy, Oak said, “My name is Oak and these are my friends:Sam and Sherwood.  Sam is a spider and Sherwood is a dragon, but not a mean one.  You may think he’s a lizard because you’re so tall, but he is really a dragon.  I am a little girl who has gotten lost and I honestly don’t even know where I am.”  A tear slipped down Oak’s cheek and Sam jumped over to offer her four hankies to wipe her eyes.  The boy bent over to look at her more closely and then knelt down on both knees.  “Don’t cry, little fairy.  I won’t hurt you.”  “I’m NOT a fairy,” said Oak.  “I’m just a little girl.”  “Well, my name is Henry, Henry Hornbill.  My father owns this cave and has always told me to not come here because fairy, ogres and dragons live here.” Sniffling still, Oak replied, “Well I don’t know anything about any of that.  But I do know that I want to go home.  Can you help me?”  Nodding his head, Henry said, “Let’s go.  I have some friends that can help us.”  So, Henry led the way and Oak, Sam and Sherwood followed.  (to be continued).

 

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