The Adventures of Notun'yad'krayt - part I (Patreon)

Your massive shadow slides over the snow covered pine trees and rocky crags. Down there, frightened folks point their fingers in the sky and hide in their fragile huts. Your obsidian wings, scales stronger than dwarven alloys, drive you forward, over the lands that one day will  be your kingdom. A kingdom worthy of a dragon.

“This is it - freedom!” You say as you close your amber eyes.

“Watch where you’re flying!” A voice thunders nearby. A snout full of teeth, three times as big as yours slams shut dangerously close to your neck.

You maneuver to avoid the colliding and find yourself inside of a cold thick cloud. Steam spirals in a mighty haze, but the young wings regain the air current and carry you out of the mist.

Without slowing, you look around but the other dragon is long gone. You turn your head forth and see a wall of a snowy mountain just a few yards ahead, getting closer with each second. You drive hundreds of pounds of your body upward, beating your wings forward, trying to slow down. In the last second, you try to call to your innate ability. Your scales start to shimmer with a dark mystical haze, but it is too late...

It would have hurt even more if it was not for the snowy blanket covering the rock.

You regain your consciousness a few moments later, when something tickles your nose. You open your eye and see only the blue of snow. As your hearing returns to you, you hear draconic language, but it is being spoken by squeaky, ugly voices.

“Don’t touch it! All that booms o’er here belong to master!”

“Some’n black… just a rock a’ight. Why the hells would master need it?”

“Rocks have gold inside, you dumb dumb!”

“I run away, who with me? When master comes, he eats only stupid Korubai, ‘cause we ain’t here already, when Korubai steals gold!”

You blink and move, causing the voices to gasp and groan and yell in terror. Pain strikes your body. Your heavy eyelid slides up, shaking off the snow. Your vertical-slit pupil narrows down into a line as your eye gets struck by sunlight, multiplied by the surrounding white. Just a few feet away a creature stands. Long snout, brownish scales, a tail and tiny horns. Behind it a whole crowd of such creatures look at you with wide open eyes, spears in their hands.

You stand up shakin the rest of the snow from your body and spreading your dark wings. You roar feeling your left wing burning with pain. Little creatures hide behind the trees and snowdrifts, some of them even flee.

“Other dragon!”

“Assaultening!”

“Yap yap yap!”

What are you going to do?