Its face was the same color as the slippery stones of the mountain. The spiked head of a huge beast reared up behind the knight. Rolling out of the way, he glimpsed Caldor high above him, clinging to the dark slope of the mountain. Robin flinched as they swiped through the air like giant ax heads. They stretched out slowly, their razor-sharp edges catching the sunlight. Two huge rocks high above him started to move. The whole mountain shuddered and Robin froze. “Come back!” But there was no way he could be heard above the grinding screeches that filled the air. Blood! What was happening? “Caldor!” Robin yelled, scrambling to his feet as the rocks shifted beneath him. There was a metallic taste in his mouth and he put a hand to his lips. He stumbled to one side and a huge shudder threw him to the ground, knocking his head so badly that his teeth clattered. Robin could feel the vibrations traveling through his feet and up his legs. With his master gone, he noticed how quiet it was. Robin had never seen a mountainside like this before. He was soon lost from sight, swallowed by the eerie mist. They were as slippery as glass, but the knight was determined, and slowly but surely made his way up the mountain. Caldor struggled to keep his footing on the overlapping plates of rock. “Good luck, sir,” Robin said in a shaky voice, as the knight turned to climb up the smooth, dark slope of the mountain. For the sake of our kingdom, it must be stopped!” I just need to get above the mist so that I can see it. “I’ll climb above the mist,” Caldor told the boy. Turning to his squire, Robin, he used his weapon to point up the mountainside.

The knight’s bronze armor gleamed in the pale morning sunlight. CALDOR THE BRAVE STOOD AT THE FOOT OF the misty mountain.

Ferno the Fire Dragon by Adam Blade