This is a work of fiction. Any similarity
between my characters and any living or dead people (humans and dragons)
is only coincidental and unintentional. The same goes for the names and
locations used in this story.
Some parts of my story are inspired by:
Wolfgang Hohlbein „Das Druidentor" (novel)
Anne McCaffrey „The Greatest Love„ (short
Rogue: „Havok„ (story)
Eric Henson: „The Life of Slither" (logfile)
Michael Lortz: „Repnulticna" (some e-mails)
Mike Oldfield: „Five Miles out" (song)
„Independence Day" (movie)
„The X-Files" (TV-serial)
the EGYPT AIR – aircrash in autumn 1999;
several e-mails and letters by my friends
Special thanks to Manuela Knunbauer for
permanent love and inspiration, all my draconic friends (you know, who
you are!) for ideas and especially to Peter C. „Sparrowhawk" for correction
works on my story.
Any comments are highly appreciated.
It was a sunny day in May. The ancient Europe was ruled by Rome,
but not the Roman Empire as it has been many hundred years ago, but it
was ruled by the Pope of Rome. At least, so the reality looked like. During
those dark ages of the inquisition, the Catholic Church was the only ruler
and many innocent people had to die because they were accused to be witches
or to believe in the "wrong" God...
Somewhere in the Swiss mountains, two shadows glided over large forests
and deep blue lakes. Although the air was fresh and cool, signs of spring
could be seen everywhere. One shadow was a little bit larger than the other
one. The smaller one belonged to a beautiful dragoness. She had scales
which were blacker than the darkest night, her eyes were like liquid gold.
She was called Starbolt.
Her mate was an impressive male of deep green down his back, head
and legs.Muddy yellow scales ran down Blazestorm's neck, the inside of
his arms and legs, his belly and the underside of his tail.
"I am tired, my love", the female complained and lowered her speed,
"I need a little bit of rest and something to fill my stomach. You know,
I must eat for four, now. Her mate flew under her belly and gave her a
soft lick. "I know, my dear. There's a clearing ahead. Let's go down there".
So they were settling down in the clearing of the untouched forest for
the night. Blazestorm spent the days hunting for her, as she was too egg-laden
to go hunting by herself.
After she drifted off to sleep, he left her to find something to
eat. A roe, a deer or maybe a goat...anything. He was starving. He was
lucky and finally he caught two large stags. One of them, he turned into
a meal for himself, whereas the other stag was meant to give strength to
his mate and his unborn children.
He had been gone for around for about one hour as his sensitive ears
heard a terrible sound, the scream of a wounded dragon.
Fearing and expecting the worst, he flew back as fast as possible.
When he came back to Starbolt, he found a human, clad in armor,
standing over her, his sword covered with the dragoness' blood. The knight
killed her in her sleep: He had taken a large wooden pike to her head and
pierced her eye. Her soft scales covering the belly offered no protection
against his sword.
Then Blazestorm realized the three destroyed eggs which were torn
out of the mother-dragon's abdomen.
The dragon did not recall ever being so furious in all of his 350
years of life. He wasn't interested in the circumstances, he wanted blood.
The knight should pay for his loss, as all the humans should pay for it.
Blazestorm cried out his challenge and to his big surprise that knight
didn't show any signs of fear. With a sudden movement of his tail he knocked
down the human smashing his leg and pinned him to the ground with
his claw. "You!!!", the dragon roared, emitting little sparks from his
snout, "will pay for it. I swear!".
"Then, we will meet us in hell again, devil! Come one, kill me,
bastard. I devoted my life to eradicate this world of you scaled
vermin. Kill me, if you can!", the knight hissed.
"Kill you? Oh, believe me, you will be lucky if I kill you. You
will be down on your knees beg for your death, this I can assure you!"
Having said these words, Blazestorm knocked the knight into unconsciousness
and started to remove the shimmering armor, pulling it from the human,
as though the knight were a lobster. The dragon's claws made short work
of the man's trousers and underwear. The dragon found some ropes among
the knight's equipment, and by means of them, Blazestorm bound the human's
hands and legs and suspended him from a tree limb. Then Blazestorm
took Starbolt's lifeless body in sorrow and brought her into the mountains
for her funeral. He sealed the entrance of the cave with large rocks and
a magic spell, so no one was able to disturb his mate's eternal sleep.
After that he returned to the knight; yes, this human should pay
for what he has done to Starbolt and also to him, Blazestorm.
The dragon waited patiently until the knight, who was hanging before
him, regained his consciousness. With a clawed hand Blazestorm caressed
the knight's pale face.
"What are you going to do?", the shivering knight asked, who, without
his armor, was no longer proud and strong. "You killed my mate. I loved
her. You have taken my unborn children! You stole a part of myself. And
you shall pay!" The dragon whispered softly to him and added with grief
in his voice: "I will never see her beautiful body again. I will never
be able to talk to her. I will never be able to be in her company again.
And you will pay with your worthless body for my loss!". Gently, Blazestorm
traced a line along the man's face...
The knight's scream echoed once more through the forest until the
left eye was fully torn out. The dragon seemed to take delight in the pain
of his victim, lapping it up like an ant laps up sugarwater. "Don't be
afraid, my friend, I will leave you your other eye. I want you to watch
how your own heart stops beating. But believe me, it will take some time
until you experience the relief of death", the dragon hissed.
Never before in his life Blazestorm killed a human except in self
defense; on the contrary, there were even humans among his friends some
of who were children. But the pain of the loss of his beloved mate drove
him crazy. He wanted blood. Severing some of the human's organs, genitals
and limbs using claws, teeth and fire, Blazestorm put the tough knight's
body through five days of cruelst torment before he ended his life incinerating
Soon the dragon's rage gave way to sorrow and deep depression. He
had lost the most important part of his life, his mate, and then, he killed
the dragon slayer. But although he enjoyed the screams of pain and his
victim's pleads for mercy, it didn't bring back his dragoness. After killing
the knight he planned to destroy all the villages he could reach - he wanted
to make all humans pay for what one misguided knight had done. But now
he wasn't able to do this anymore. He wanted to be alone, and to end his
He liftetd himself into the air.
The dragon decided to return to the cave where he had taken the carcass
of Starbolt. He wanted to lay down next to her and wait for his death to
Suddenly he was surrounded by a velvet darkness, but it was soon
over and his vision cleared again. He was far above the clouds somewhere
in the mountains as he sensed a horrid smell unlike any smell that he had
known before. And the sun was oddly-coloured. Then he saw it: About 200
meters below him another dragon was rising. It seemed that this dragon
had the intention to attack Blazestorm. How could it dare? Blazestorm watched
the stranger approaching. He would teach him a lesson, finally, *he* is
the Lord of the mountains and he wouldn't accept any other dragon here
until he ended his life. This strange dragon certainly was a youngster.
Blazestorm roared his challenge and he dove after the intruder...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome you on board of the flight SW 6-3-6
from Geneva to Washington D.C. Our flight will last about 8 hours, the
flight conditions are good. We hope, you enjoy your flight with Swissair.
As soon as we have arrived our travelling-height, we will serve lunch."
"Now, darling, do you enjoy it so far?", the young man in the third
row of the business-class asked the young lady next to him. They had just
married and were on their way to their Honeymoon. "I don't know, my dear",
she said nervously, "I can't relax. I don't trust that modern technology.
It's the first time I am sitting in an aircraft and, well, I feel uneasy
about it." Her husband took her hands and gently stroked them, giving her
comfort and safety.
About 200 people were on board of the brandnew Boeing 767. Businessmen,
tourists...Americans, Europeans, all mixed up. The first class was closed
for the other passengers as there were also some politicians on board.
A babe was crying, a manager was typing notes into his electronic notebook
and the stewards served refreshments.
"Daddy, Daddy, look! There's a dragon outside the window!", the
shriek of the little child somewhere in the tail of the plane nearly wasn't
heard in the business-class. The young man smiled at his wife: "How nice
that the children still do have their imagination. And I was afraid, children
were only interested in computer games and internet. Those were his last
words he was able to speak to his wife as he realized her face becoming
pale and as a shadow in front of the window darkened the sunlight...
"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY - Swissair 6-3-6, calling all stations, Swissair
6-3-6 in great difficulty, declaring an emergency..." With
that the horrofied traffic controller lost the contact with the pilot.
The controllers at the tower of the Genevan airport watched in panic a
second radar signal appearing beside that of the big jet. A moment later,
the two signals merged and disappeared.
The passengers in the rearmost seats of the jet never felt a thing
as the tail section of the Boeing 767 was suddenly wrenched up and off.
Suction tore through the cabin as it decompressed. Only a few of the passengers
had time to see iron-like talons crushing through the wall of the aircraft...
Blazestorm was so overwhelmed by the wish to kill that strange, young
dragon who dared to fly through *his* territory, that he sank into something
of a trance, unaware of his surroundings, concentrating only on catching
the intruder in flight and to tear him into pieces. His vision blurred
and then he felt as though he was falling , no longer in control of his
own flight. But his wings still pumped steadily. His eyes saw nothing;
he could only sense the presence of the dragon as he drew up above the
rival. With an earthshattering roar he dropped and threw his forelegs around
the dragon's body, pulling him against his belly and grabbing its rear
with his hindlegs. But instead of soft scales and warm flesh and blood,
he felt metal under him...
Gradually he began to grow more aware of his surroundings. "What's
that?!" His roar of surprise quickly turned into an even more angry growl
and between his claws he tore the bizare pseudo-dragon to pieces. "Which
kind of dragon are you? Covered in armor like those damn knights slaying
dragons? Are you one of them? Are you the mount of such a damn human?".
But, this "dragon" didn't answer. He watched the wrecked aircraft smashing
against a rock and exploding.
"What is the meaning of this? Where am I? What happened?" Arching
his back, Blazestorm dove down and landed in a valley between two high
mountains. He looked around and suddenly he realized that these were not
the mountains where he brought his dead mate. "Where am I?". And he felt
very hungry at the same time. If he wanted to return to the cave where
he buried his beloved Starbolt for welcoming his own death, he would need
energy. He needed food, right now. So he scowered the area and finally
found a large building made of stone and woods. Next to it, there was a
large group of cattle. Delighted, he selected a large cow and flew off
with it in his grasp. After filling his stomach, he would consider his
He could not find any trees to hide, there were only large pastures
and a grey strip cut straight through it. He landed next to that strip
of grey, hard earth and proceeded to feed.
Soon after, a very strange metal device came up that strip of dark
ground. It looked somehow like those vehicles, cattles or horses move for
the humans. But there were no horses which moved that...thing. And it moved
4:30 am. Antonello Varini crawled out of his warm and soft bed yawning
and stretching. "Again another day", he muttered and went into the bathroom
having a shave and a shower. He would have breakfast after feeding his
animals, 30 cows, several horses and a goat.
Antonello was a farmer, and he has been runing the farm alone since
his wife Manuela died six years ago. His only child, a daughter, lived
in the USA as she married an American businessman.
Antonello never thought of marrying again. He lived alone in the
Swiss mountains with his animals and avoided people as far as possible.
Only once in a month he took his old pick-up truck and drove to a small
town near Geneva for selling his products and buying the things he needed
for for his daily life.
Although he lived like a recluse, it didn't mean that he was old-fashioned.
His stables were supplied with modern technology and he owned a nice Pentium
II-notebook with internet access. He loved to chat via on the internet
as much as he avoided other people (in real life).
One of his passions however were dragons, those beautiful firebreathing
lizards. Indeed, one of the reasons why he had an internet account was
the fact that he was looking for further information about dragons as he
owned every book available about this topic.
Antonello fed his animals and cleaned up the barns as usual, spending
some extra time with the goat.
It was about 8 am in the morning when he was ready for going into
town. He wore his best clothes, the truck was loaded with his products
to sell and all seemed to be like every time he went into the valley. After
the long winter, at the end of May, the snow finally had molten away, so
the streets would be clear and free.
On his way to the market, Antonello realized a strange presence of
dozens of police-cars and also lots of military cars. 'Maybe a manoevre’,
he thought and shook his head. This would be typical for Sitzerland: Such
a little state and so much army. Well, it was not of his business, so he
ignored it and finally arrived in the town.
It was not a very successful day. He only sold about the half of
his goods, the people have been very reluctant to spend money this day.
Besides, he now realized, there have been damn less people than usual.
On the other hand, Antonello never had seen so many cops and soldiers in
the town. Also, the people were slightly different. Of course, in such
a little town, there do live many elder people who are quite... strange
sometimes, very superstitious. But this time, he heard the most fantastic
stories, for example about a gigantic eagle soaring high over the mountains.
Other people thought of having encountered an U.F.O from a far-off galaxy.
There were more reasonable people though, who talked about a rocket attack
from former Yugoslavia or from the Iraque or from Russia.
Antonello was glad when he finally sat in his truck again on his
way home. He just thought of a nice hot shower and a nice evening in front
of his computer as
he heard the news in his car-radio. The usual stuff about wars and
corruption, about natural disasters and that a farmer named "Wesseli" has
gained a prize for his cow "Elsa", which had the biggest udder....Suddenly,
his attention was caught, when the speaker in the radio announced the latest
details of a big tragedy happened some hours ago.
"Switzerland / United States of America. As the result of a sad
air crash in the Swiss Alps, 212 people were killed. A Boeing 767 of SwissAir
on its way from Geneva to Washington D.C. collided with a flying object
which has been unidentified to date. It was probably an attempt by terrorists
as on board were higher ranked American politicians..."
Antonello switched off his car-radio and shook his head. What a
day. But it would explain the presence of so much army and police...and
also the stupid rumours of the people. And the reason, why so many people
didn't leave their houses for coming to the market - their fear kept them
The man increased the speed as much it was possible for his truck
and then he saw it...
There was something huge and unknown next to the street in front
of him and the torn carcass of an animal which seemed to once have been
a cow, was blocking the right lane.
Antonello slowed down the car and finally stopped, gazing and gasping
at the sight. And then he stared into an enormous eye of an eagle...No,
it was a reptilian eye, the eye of a dinosaur...or...
"That's impossible", he exclaimed and made the sign of a cross.
"Lord, it is impossible. A dragon!". He didn't know what to do. He was
so overwhelmed by the thought of actually having a dragon in front of his
car that he even didn't realize the danger he was in. This creature could
have swallowed him together with the car within instants. But Antonello's
brain didn't work anymore.
Like being in trance, he opened slowly the door of the car, got
out and walked over towards the huge creature...
Blazestorm watched how a human got off the car and lept to his feet
as he realized that this man was referring to him. Right in front of him
was a creature akin to the one who killed his mate. And Blazestorm now
had the possibility and the power to kill him. The dragon roared at the
man, revealing cruel, sharp teeth. He had the intention to make the human
suffer in fear before his death. Just as he thought of the method to kill
his victim, he was surprised by the reaction of the human. The human dropped
to his knees, looked up at the huge creature ready to finish his life and
exclaimed: "Thank God! A dragon! Finally! Finally a dragon...". This threw
Blazestorm so much off that he could not strike him down as he wished so
much to do. The dragon was about to ask the man what he meant, but he didn't
get the chance. The human obviously was either a maniac or a fool he and
very, very excited. The dragon did not understand most of the human's speach.
"I knew it! I knew it all my life! I have always known that dragons
existed! All my life I wished to meet a dragon, and now! Oh, God, thank
you. Lord Dragon...!" the human didn't stop talking and before Blazestorm
could react, the human pretty much expressed total devotion to the dragon:
"Lord Dragon, please, let me be your slave. I want to dedicate my life
to yo...." Before the man finished this sentence, the dragon twisted his
tail about his ankles, forcing him to fall to the ground. Blazestorm
pinned the human down with his right forepaw, looming over him, his muzzle
an inch away from the man's face. "Shut up!", he roared and indeed, the
human became silent. "I do not have need for a servant. But I appreciate
your courage to talk to me. May I know your name before I finish your life?".
A sharp talon pointed to his throat. "A-Antonello. Antonello Varini." "Alright,
humans call me >Blazestorm< .", the dragon replied and showing a toothy
grin, continued: "And now, Antonello Varini, say your last prayer." "Why
do you want me to kill? I mean, I have nothing done to you. In fact, I
always loved dragons and..." "Enough!", interrupted the dragon with an
angry grawl. "You are a human. That's enough for me. And now...". Antonello
closed his eyes as he realized that this creature indeed was going to kill
him. Blazestorm inhaled sharply and soon the human body would be a pile
of cinder. But nothing happened. Instead, the claw pressed the helpless
human further down. "I will spare your life for an instant. You shall tell
me where I am. What happened to my mountains, to my forests? Why are there
no other dragons?". "I don't know, what you are talking about..." "Wrong
answer, my friend", the dragon said as his claw cut deeply into the shoulder
of Antonello. "You are the only dragon I have ever seen in my life and
noone has seen a dragon for many centuries, you are in the Swiss mountains,
near Geneva, Switzerland, Europe, planet Earth. We do have May 2000.",
the human whinced in pain. Blazestorm removed his claw from Antonello's
shoulder and allowed him to stand up, totally puzzled of what he had heared
from the human's mouth. He grawled angryly, his spiked tail slashing
to the left and to the right. "I do not have any idea what you are telling
me. Probably I should kill you right here and now!"
Several gunshots and voices saved the human's life. "What's that?"
"Damn!", Antonello exclaimed. "The army! They are going to kill you, run,
Blazestorm, run!". The dragon didn't move because he couldn't believe his
ears. Here was a man standing in front of him who, instead of being relieved
to get rescue from soldiers, only cares for the dragon's escape. "I could
help you, if you spare my life, Lord Dragon." Blazestorm narrowed his eyes
and gazed at the human. "Why do you want to save me?" "Because...Because
you are a dragon." "That's a trick. I should better kill you now!" "No!
Please, trust me, Lord Dragon, let me help you.." "You are a human. A human
can not be trusted!" "We don't have the time to discuss that topic", Antonello
screamed and when the first soldiers arrived, he urged "Follow my car.
Fly high in the air and follow me to this mountain, I do live there!"
He pointed first to the car, then to one of the mountains' peak. Just the
very moment, when Antonello wanted to get into his car, several bullets
penetrated the car's windscreen. "Hey, you! You over there! Stop immediately!
That's an order! What’s that thing over there ?", one of the soldiers shouted
at Antonello. Several machine guns and colts directed at the human and
the dragon. The first soldier, obviously the Commander, took a step forward.
"Do not move, stay where you are and hands up! Slowly, very slowly!", he
commanded. "Fly, dragon, fly!" With this, Antonello made a surprisingly
nimble movement towards his car, but as soon as he wanted to open the door,
a bullet hit his shoulder and Antonello screamed in pain, covering a nasty
wound with his hand.
Blazestorm was confused. What were those strange things which these
humans held in their hands? It didn't matter to him much. They were humans,
a strange kind of knights, with the intention to slay him and although
they outnumbered him, he was more powerful. With one sudden burst of an
infernal flame, the dragon incinerated them in the same instant as Antonello
started his car.
Blazestorm watched the car disappear and, still confused and surprised
that this human was acting like this and having no other place to go, he
lept high into the air and followed the car up to the mountain.
The dragon and the human arrived nearly at the same time at Antonello's
farm. At once, ignoring his wound and his agony, Antonello intended to
find a safe place for the dragon, maybe a nice cave where he could
hide, but the dragon insisted to first take care for the human's injury.
"Your wound is deep", the dragon rumbled, examining Antonello's
wound. Finally, he discovered the bullet still inside the flesh and with
a sudden movement of his razor-sharp claw, he pulled it out.
Antonello screamed in pain for another time, but now it was over.
Blazestorm sealed the wound with a little beam of fire from his nostrils
and shut the bleeding wound.
"Thanks", the human moaned. "And now we must find a nice place for
you to stay. I assure you, they will never find you. Here you will be in
As it was soon getting dark, Antonello pointed to a large building
a few meters away from his house. "This barn is empty. And it seems to
be large enough for you." "Why do you do this for me, Antonello?", the
dragon asked, his voice surprisingly low and soft. "I could not leave such
a beautiful creature as you to the mercy of the army, Lord Dragon. They
would take you to a laboratory and conduct cruel experiments on you, bringing
you slowly to death", Antonello replied. The dragon thought about this
for a moment and then said: "It is good to see that at least a few humans
are not eager to slay us dragons. So, you really seem to care for my species,
don't you?" "Oh, yes, Lord Dragon. I really do. I’ve been hoping to actually
met a dragon for my whole entire life. I have always hoped that dragons
exist but I’ve never believed it. I am so happy that you are now standing
in front of me and talking to me, Lord Dragon. And, if it is still your
wish to execute me, please take my human life, Honorable Dragon."
Blazestorm assumed that Antonello again was overcome by his emotions,
because the man promptly fell again to his knees before him. He began to
weep, and he muttered quickly under his breath. "Please, friend Antonello.
There is no need for that! Get up and look me in the eye, friend...
I do not seek your servitude and I do not want your life any longer!" Blazestorm
said to him as he craned his neck down to look at him. Antonello
looked up at the dragon, and sniffed back a tear. In a surge of emotion,
he leaped up and wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck. Slipping
from his grasp, Blazestorm took one step back and growled softly: „However,
in doing what you have done, you have alienated yourself from your own
people. Anyhow, now we should better go to rest." With that, the dragon
moved towards the barn with no further words and without looking back.
Antonello sighed and went into his house for going to sleep as well.
It was a hard day and so many happened...soon he fell into sleep and dreamt.
As a brave knight in a shining armor, Antonello was fighting an awful
battle. He had to save his queen of hearts, a beautiful dragon, from a
nasty and mean virgin...
The sound of helicopters woke Antonello the next morning. He got
out of the bed and then he remembered...the dream, the dragon...the
dragon? He ran out of the house, across the court to the barn and slowly
opened the door. The stable was empty. The dragon was gone. "Aw, shit!"
Antonello said in frustration, "It was just an illusion, a dream...I should
have taken a picture." He stepped back into the morning sunlight. It was
a bright morning, fragrant with the smell of wildflowers; the plaintive
calls of birds in the distance assailed his ears. Then there was another
sound, a kind of purring sound that came from behind and above. Benny turned
around and looked up. "Oh, boy!" Antonello exclaimed, "You stayed!"
The dragon responded by cocking his head. "You are up early, my friend."
After Antonello had done his duties on the farm, he started to prepare
the barn for his new guest. He even installed a little TV-set in the former
barn, imagining that he and the dragon would spend the evenings together.
During the day, the dragon stayed inside of the barn and slept,
and during the darkness of the night he left for "stretching his wings",
as Blazestorm put it. He hunted a deer or something like that in the forests.
Sometimes he took also an old cow from a pasture. He even bathed in Lake
Geneva every second day. After all, dragons are very clean animals.
The hours of dusk and dawn, dragon and human spent together, usually
sitting in the barn as Antonello's home did not provide enough sufficient
room for such a large creature to enter.
During the time, the human told the dragon much of his life and
also Blazestorm had many stories to tell about his old home and about his
life. Antonello learned much about living in the Middle Ages, about knights
and peasants, about the incredible power once the Roman Catholic Church
had. But above all, he learned about dragons. In return, Antonello taught
the dragon in different subjects of modern living, about customs and habits
of 20th century people, about technology, he even showed him how to use
One evening, Antonello surprised his friend with a special gift:
He built a very large keyboard for the dragon to use. Each key had the
size of about 3 cm square.
Soon, they became friends, although Antonello was very shocked as
Blazestorm told him about the cruel dead of his beloved mate Starbolt and
about the even more cruel punishment of the knight.
"But, five days of torture. That is Barbarian! You did not have the
right to do such a thing, you were not better than that knight!" "As I
said before, friend Antonello, I am not proud of what I did", Blazestorm
growled as Antonello started for the 6th or the 7th time to be enraged
about the fact that his draconic guest had killed a human. "It was cruel
and probably wrong, I admit, but I beg you, friend Antonello, please do
not judge me solely on the basis of that one action! It was done in anger
and hatred, but I can not undo that anymore than you can return my mate
to the living.
In all my existence, I have never done anything so cruel as what
I did to the knight. I try to live my life as good and kind being and it
would hurt me to know that you would see me as evil. Please, do not look
at me in that light, friend." "Forgive me, friend Blazestorm... I didn't
mean to hurt you. Of course, I know that no one can be judged after a single
action.". "You are forgiven, friend Antonello, as everytime when you start
this argument. I think, we should close that chapter now once for all!"
As Antonello's farm was very remote, the dragon was able to avoid
exposure and no one would ever guessed that a creature, which was supposed
to never have existed, lived in the Swiss Alps.
Also, the aircrash was forgotten soon. The public was content to
have the information that it was an act of terror by some Islamic fundamentalists.
Also, the death of those incinerated soldiers was explained in a similar
way: After all, one of the soldiers, who watched the "explosion" from a
distance, recognized the man in the fast leaving car and after his description,
it was an international operating terrorist. It was obvious to all that
this man has thrown a grenade at the soldiers who tried to stop him.
For the public and also the government the case was solved. The
USA probably would attack any Islamic region in an act of revenge. Officially
it will be called a measure to prevent international terrorism...
Only a young, motivated journalist at his very beginning of his career,
was not fully convinced. Besides, he needed a good story. And he needed
it right now.
Besides, there were still rumours about that huge eagle or whatever,
what so many people were convinced to have watched.
He was politically very informed, his special field was terrorism
in all varieties. One of his hobbies were aircrafts, but his greatest passion
was crypto-zoology, so the research would be very interesting for René
Perrier by all means.
The days passed by. Human and dragon spent their daily hours together
with talking or watching TV or playing chess and backgammon. Antonello
became very familiar with the dragon's habits and Blazestorm got along
with his friend very well.
Blazestorm even regained his joy of living and he slowly became
able to accept and to overcome the death of his beloved Starbolt. He also
started to recognize that not all humans were only worth to be killed.
"Nevertheless", he once said, "I think, your world would be a better place
if dragons would rule it. It is a shame how you treat mother nature, it
is a shame how you humans get along with each other." As usual, Antonello
just nodded - what should he say else; Blazestorm just expressed, what
Antonello always has felt: Human society is sick.
Only one thing Blazestorm never understood: Why the hell, Antonello
always left him alone for about one hour during their daily evening-sessions?
When Blazestorm asked his friend, he only replied that he had forgotten
to feed the animals or that he was just going into the kitchen for getting
something to drink or to the restroom and things like that. First, the
dragon has accepted these answers, but as it happened every day at around
the same time, he started to wonder. Usually, he would ignore it, but Blazestorm
felt hurt because it seemed that Antonello would consider him as a dumb
So he decided to follow his friend, he was too curious to learn
the secret what his friend tried to hide from him.
Carefully, the dragon followed the man and watched him disappearing
into the barn which kept the goat. Blazestorm peered through the small
dusty window and suddenly he understood. He watched for a little while
and then retired, grinning. Now, *that* was Antonello's secret.
The match between Italy and Switzerland was still 0:0, when
Antonello rose to his feet from his chair in the barn: "I just want to
go to my house for preparing some snacks for us and get something to drink."
The dragon, which joined his human friend watching the soccer-match, sighed.
"You seem to be very lonely, friend Antonello." This question threw the
man off. "Lonely? What do you mean?" Blazestorm just shook his head and
his eyes were full of disappointment. "You know, what I mean, friend Antonello."
"Honestly spoken, no. I just wanted to go out into the kitchen...""Stop
it! There is no need for you to play any games with me. Am I your friend
or am I not?" Antonello turned to leave the room, "Sorry, I don't know,
what you want from me. If you prefer to talk in riddles to me..." "Well
then, as you wish, my friend. Is she a good lover?" Antonello felt like
being hit by a lightning. "Who?" "*She*", and Blazestorm imitated the bleating
of a goat which sounded quite funny as it came from the throat of a dragon.
"You...you know it?" "Don't worry, friend Antonello", the dragon softly
hissed. "We dragons are very tolerant, you see." For how long have you
been knowing ?" "Long enough. But I have always hoped you would relieve
your soul and talk about it. You miss your wife like hell, don't you?"
Blazestorm's muzzle came close to the human's face. "I don't want to talk
about it." "Why not? Maybe you should. Friend Antonello, you can't go on
like this for much longer. It destroys you...Trust me, I will listen."
To emphasize his words, the dragon opened his wings and wrapped them around
the human, holding him close to his chest. "You really loved her." It was
not a question, it was a statement. "I did. And this swine destroyed all."
"What has happened, my friend?" "Manuela, my wife. Her death was so senseless.
It was in summer 1994. She took her car, she wanted to visit her brother.
Later the police said that the other one was drunken like a pig. That bastard
caused the accident. He didn't stop at the red light - he was too drunk
to even realize the traffic light. Any rescue for my wife arrived too late.
The swine survived. They got him and I was sure he would end up in prison.
But he had a brilliant lawyer and he really came free. The fine he had
to pay was just a mockery." The dragon said nothing, he just held the human
tight. "I spent many years planning a revenge. I wanted to kill that bastard.
But he was lucky enough to escape from me by committing suicide." "And
then? Was there never any other woman you could fall in love with?" "No,
I was not able to do so. Every woman I met, I compared to my beloved Manuela."
Blazestorm sighed and after a short pause, he said soflty:"Antonello, you
really need a mate again. You deserve something better." "There can't be
anything better than Manuela." "But she is dead and you can't change it
anymore, friend Antonello!" Blazestorm exclaimed, still covering the human
with his wings. "Also my beloved Starbolt is still alive for me. You know
the story, friend Antonello. Also I have lost my most important part of
my life. In fact, she was a part of me. It took a long time to get over
it. And it was you, friend Antonello, who taught me that life goes on.
I have started to live again. But, in contrast to you, I will never have
the chance to mate with a dragoness again, as in your time, I am the only
existing dragon. I even won't be able to talk or even see another dragon.
I am lonely as well, my friend, lonely in the sense of not having a mate.
But, at least I have found a friend in you." The dragon gently nudged the
human's face and Antonello somehow enjoyed this proximity of the dragon.
"I really care a great deal for you, my little human friend." "So do I",
Antonello replied, sobbing as he was not able to hold back his tears any
"Alright. An act of terrorism definitively can be excluded." René
was very pleased. He spent many weeks with doing researches in archives,
libraries and interviewing experts from the Swiss intelligence service.
He talked to the people who examined the wrecked aircraft and to doctors
from the forensic medicine. Whatever has caused that accident, the aircraft
exploded not because of a bomb or a rocket. Also technological problems,
perhaps a burning cable which caused another aircrash near the Canadian
coast some months ago, were completely out of question.
But what could have caused the crash else? And that was exactly
the point which excited René. Were there some supernatural powers?
And what about the rumours about that eagle or dinosaur or whatever? Was
there any connection? But anyhow, it would be a good story.
Blazestorm viewed his human friend lovingly. It was nearly 7 am and
Antonello still was sleeping, snuggled up to the dragon's soft belly. From
that night on, their lifes would be different. Without saying any word,
they both felt that their time of lonliness would be over now. "Time to
get up, my dear friend Antonello", Blazestorm whispered nuzzling his lover‘s
The dragon assisted Antonello to run his farm. If there was only
the impression that it would have prospered and grown since the dragon's
arrival, the truth now could not have been denied anymore. Antonello realized
very good profits selling his products on the market,his lifestock grew
and also his small cornfield became lush after he enriched the cattles'
dung with the dragon's manure.
Although Blazestorm meant it is as joke when he proposed Antonello
to merchandise the dragon's dung, the smart farmer tried it and soon "Antonello's
Magic Alround Fertilizer" became a big success. Gardeners and farmers,
but also owner of small gardens and pot-plants, all enthused by the results
they gained using the new fertilizer.
This way Antonello received a little wealth after many years of
hard work. But he never forgot the reason for his success and he never
became arrogant over his success. His love to Blazestorm was deep and honest.
Blazestorm was happy to have found a new love. Although not a dragon, he
recognized in his human mate a sort of a "dragon-spirit", as he put it.
Thus, the days passed by and everything seemd to be alright.
Although Antonello now was successful, he preferred to continue his
life as a recluse. Blazestorm was enough of company for him.
That's why he didn't realize that he soon was under close observation.
People started to talk about his sudden wealth and jealousy soon obsessed
the peoples' hearts.
In early autumn it happened: Large parts of Germany, Austria and
Switzerland were hit by thunderstorms and hurricanes, hail and later also
floods destroyed the harvests and many existences. But - what a miracle
- Antonello's farm was nearly fully spared of these disasters.
Strange enough, even as a cattle-plague killed lots of cattles in
Switzerland some weeks before, Antonello's lifestock was not infected.
"I tell you, this man has a pact with the devil. Maybe he is the
devil." "Nonsense. Varini is only lucky." "Oh, you call it 'luck'? And
what about the creature which lives with him? This eagle?" "I thought,
it would be a lizard, a dinosaur?" "Oh, folks, you are all so stupid. Dinosaurs
do not exist, don't believe in every rumours that are around." "But there's
a monster living in the mountains." "Nonsense." "Not nonsense. I tell you,
there's a connection between the appearance of that ...beast and Varini's
luck. Why didn`t the hail destroy his harvest ? Why did his cattle survive
? And then, isn`t it strange that, after his wife died, he has got never
re-married again ?" "It all started with that aircrash", a man reflected.
These phrases and similar rumours were to be heard on the tables reserverd
for regular guests in the inns and restaurants.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," René had followed the conversation
of the five man sitting at the table next to him. "Do you really believe
in the storires about that eagle? I have heard rumours about it since the
aircraft was ...attacked." "Not an eagle, sir. A dinosaur." "No, a dragon,
I am certain it is a dragon", an elder man interrupted. "But, sir", René
tried to smile, hiding his excitement. "Dragons never have existed. They
are just fabulous creatures. Moreover, dinosaurs don`t exist anymore, as
every child knows." "Oh, really? And what do you think lives here in the
mountains? I tell you. It is the evil itself". "Did anyone ever see that
...thing with his own eyes?", René asked. The men became silent.
"No, to be honest, none of us has ever seen this monster itself. Only a
shadow." René smiled: "And where was this shadow watched?" "It was
watched soaring above the lake, for example." "And there were carcasses
of torn animals found in the forests. But we don't have here any wolves
if you think they would have killed it.", a man added. "It is the devil.
And Varini sold his soul to him. That explains why he is so lucky." "Who
is this Mr. Varini and where does he live?", the journalist tried to sound
very calm. He had to talk to this man. Oh Lord! What a story! Somehow,
it sounded like a bestseller of Stephen King.
"Varini? He is a recluse. He lives on a mountain's peak...", and
they described him the way to his farm. Renée paid several rounds
for the people and left the inn.
He went to a telephone box and searched for the number of Antonello.
"Hello?" "Mr. Varini?" "Yes, Varini's speaking." "My name is Perrier.
René Perrier. I am a journalist from the "Swiss Guardian". I conduct
researches on the aircrash in May. May I can come around for an interview?"
"Concerning the aircrash? Well, I thought, it would have been an act of
terrorism. Besides, I don't see how I should be able to help you. But of
course, sure, you can come. When?" "Tomorrow?" They agreed upon a certain
time and very pleased journalist returned to his hotel.
Suddenly, understanding dawned on him: "It was you! You attacked
the aircraft. That was this "metallic dragon" you have talked about. Now
I understand!", Antonello exclaimed. They were sitting in Blazestorm's
barn and tried to come to a decision what to do with the journalist. The
dragon lowered his head and looked at Antonello with pleading eyes. "Please,
friend Antonello, my love. Believe me when I say that I didn't mean to
hurt those humans. I really thought it was an impudent stranger conquering
my territory. Please, forgive me." Antonello sighed and patted his friend's
muzzle: "Even if I wished to, I can't blame it on you. After all what had
happened to you before. Besides, how should a dragon from the Middle Ages
know about aircrafts. But we must consider what I can tell that fellow
when he interviews me in a couple of hours." To his big surprise and dismay,
the dragon started to weep: "Please, please my love, I beg you...please
don't tell him about my presence. Once, you have told me what would happen
to me if they found out about me. Please, Antonello...I am afraid to die."
"Oh, Blazestorm! I could never permit that something happens to you. I
love you, my beloved dragon. Of course, I won't tell him any word about
you. And he musn't see you under any circumstances. Best, you will hide
in this barn and stay calm until he leaves again." Antonello gently stroked
the smooth scales of the dragon's face and kissed him passionately. "Easy,
old fellow. Nothing will ever happen to you. I promise you." After a pause,
Antonello proposed: "And if you simply swallow him?" "Antonello!" "Why
not, you have killed several people before. One more or less, what's the
matter?" "Antonello! How can you dare? The knight had slain my mate. Those
soldiers attacked us. But this man has never done anything to me. I am
not a bloodthirsty, manslaying monster. I have thought you have understood
that, dear friend. I am really disappointed." "Hey, it should have been
a joke". The dragon gave his human friend a playful strike with his forepaw.
"That's not funny, my love."
"Oh, you are also interested in crypto-zoology, Mr. Varini?", René
asked, looking around in the living room when Antonello brought in cups,
an large pot of coffee and a chocolate-cake. "Why - Oh, you mean because
of the posters and books? Well, I must admit, fabolous creatures like unicorns
or dragons are my passion." "By the way, dragons. Have you heard those
rumours?" "Which rumours?" "About a dinosaur or monster or a dragon living
in these mountains?" Antonello laughed and sat down, filling the cups with
hot coffee. "Nice rumour. And typical of the people living here. I suppose,
you don't believe that bullshit?" "Hmm? Oh, no! No! Of course not. But
it is so strange, you see, Mr. Varini.
These rumours have been alive since that accident happened to Flight
Which brings me to the reason for my appearance." "Well, yes. I
really wonder why you want to interview me about this topic. Some Islamic
radicals brought that airoplane to an explosion. There were some American
politicians on board, Mr. Perrier." "Well, that's at least what the public
should think", René answered and took a sip of his coffee. "But
I am convinced that it is not the true reason for the explosion. The air
traffic control reported a second radar signal instants before the crash.
Something large collided with the aircraft." "Well, probably a rocket",
Antonello suggested. René shook his head. "Certainly not. A rocket
would have shattered the aircraft. But they have found the tail as one
single unit literally wrenched off miles away from the body. The body exploded
when it crashed against a mountain. No, Mr. Varini. No rocket or bomb could
have done such a destruction like the - let us call it - 'thing' which
has attacked it. And it must have been something living. A creature of
flesh and blood." "Why are you telling me this? What do you want to say
?" "Mr. Varini. I want to be honest with you. Do you know, what the people
of this region talk about you? They are fearing you. They claim you would
have magical abilities. That you were dealing with dark powers. That you
have sold your soul to the Devil in return for wealth and fortune. And
they have seen a dinosaur. What, if this ... dinosaur is not a dinosaur,
but a dragon?" "That's silly!", Antonello exclaimed. "Dragons do not exist.
Just gossip from jealous and superstitious people. They envy me, because
I was lucky enough to save my cattle from the plague and that my farm was
spared by the storms." "Really?", René didn't give in. "Do you think
of another explanation?" Antonello now became angry: "I think, you will
better go now." René was pleased. This was exactly the reaction
he hoped to provoke. "There's another point which may interest you, Mr.
Varini. The Swiss air traffic control provided me with the information
that they still do receive radar signals, nearly every second day since
that accident. They are convinced that this signal is caused by the same
'object' which approached and destroyed the Boeing 767, Flight SW
6-3-6. They told me even more: This signal appears and disappears only
during certain hours at night and between Lake Geneva and this point here.
If you would mind to check the coordinates..." René removed a GPS
from his bag and showed the display to Antonello. Antonello shook his head.
"Nonsense. I am not longer willing to listen to your bullshit. Leave immediately
or I will...will..." "Yes, you will what?" René was not impressed
by Antonello's rage. Despite of his anger, the journalist continued: "Would
you like to listen to my theory, Mr. Varini? The people in the valley are
right from a certain point of view. Your wealth and the aircrash are connected.
Somehow a dragon got into our dimension and it attacked the jet. Probably,
the dragon had mixed up the aircraft with a rival, maybe another dragon
roaming his territory. The dragon grabs the jet and wrenches off its tail,
thinking to hurt the foreign dragon. He realizes the mistake and lets the
jet go, which, of course crashes. Then the dragon lands somewhere in the
mountains to find out its position. It is puzzled, tired and hungry. Somehow,
you meet the beast, maybe you are on your way into town or back home. Anyhow,
Mr. Varini, you were lucky enough to meet that animal first and as you
are crazy for dragons, you see your dreams come true. But also the army
and the police are interested in the dragon, as they watched it landing
near they place where you have found it. They even figured out that the
dragon has been responsible for the aircrash. They arrived at the time
when you wanted to leave with the dragon. Some soldiers tried to stop you,
but somehow you managed it to escape, together with the dragon. Probably
the dragon has killed the soldiers. And now you are living together with
the dragon which is so grateful that he provides you with wealth and with
his friendship. I only wonder how you have managed to survive your first
encounter with that beast. How do you like my little theory, Mr. Varini?"
"That's absurd. Not a single word is true. Dragons do not exist.
Besides, according to your theory, why and how might a dragon get into
our dimension ?" "Well, that's the point I am still thinking of. But I
promise you, I will find out." "Ok, find it out, but not here. Out!!!"
Antonello shouted. He lifted himself and Renée came to the conclusion
that the interview would end at this point. "I will return, Mr. Varini!",
the journalist said calmly as he got into his car. "You damn asshole!!!"
Antonello shouted after the leaving car.
A shadow circled over the dark water of Lake Geneva and with a soft
splashing sound, the dragon dove into the cold water. He started to clean
himself, enjoying the water touching his scales. Killing those two
deers he had for his dinner, he imagined to have this damn human
between his claws. What was his name? René? Well, if he ever
encounters this man, he will teach him a lesson or two. Blazestorm still
was enranged about the behaviour of that journalist. And he had to help
his human friend.
After the interview, Antonello came into the dragon's barn and it
took him a lot of time and tenderness to calm the human down. But Blazestorm
was realistic enough to recognize that this journalist would return and
that Antonello's life from now on never would be the same. The only
solution Blazestorm could think of was to leave the farm and Antonello.
But how should he tell Antonello? He never would let the dragon go, not
after the bond which had developed between them. Would he really leave
in that case? Would it really be better for Antonello? They would not find
any dragon at his farm, but the people still would be superstitious
and also jealous and afraid. Blazestorm sighed. Yes, Antonello's life has
changed since the dragon's arrival.
For the first time in the past few months, Blazestorm thought of
his former home in a former time. He remembered his life, his wife...the
loss still hurt like
hell, but the wish for revenge has vanished now. How would it be
to return into the Middle Ages and to take Antonello with him?
Blazestorm climbed a group of rocks building a natural jetty in
the water and shook himself, his wings semi-opened, to get dried.
Would Antonello join him? The human had very strong emotions for
the dragon and the same felt Blazestorm for his human friend. But even
if Antonello accepted, *how* could they return ? What was the reason for
him being here ?
Blazestorm sighed. "Humans. They haven't changed much in the past
There are exceptions, but most of them...only scum, like that bastard
of a journalist." The dragon blinked: What, according to Antonello, did
this guy reply to the question about how the dragon entered our dimension?
„‘Well, that's the point I am still thinking of. But I promise you, I will
find it out.’", quoted Blazestorm. Suddenly, an idea flashed into the dragon's
mind and he gave a toothy grin: "Sure you will, my friend. And you
will share your knowledge with us." Blazestorm leapt into the moonlit night
and flew back into the mountains.
His eyes didn't miss a particular car on one of the roads below
René felt a little bit dizzy. Although he left the party before
midnight, he had consumed several drinks. It was a charity event for orphans
and he had to write an article about it. Not the kind of job he liked,
but nevertheless his job as
journalist and besides, as long as he had no sufficient material
like photos or a good theory, a story about a faboulous beast actually
living in the modern world would be only a fantasy tale and not a sensation
his boss would publish.
In order to get back to his hotel, he decided to take the road along
the lake shore. Thus, he could avoid any Highway Patrol; after all, he
could not afford to lose his driving licence.
Something glided over his car. Although it was only for less than
a second, René realized it. He stopped his car at the side and was
able to get a glimpse of a large black silhouette circling above the lake.
It looked like a giant eagle or bat or...Before René was able to
finish his thought, the shadow diappeared above the dark water of Lake
Geneva. Although the night was well lit by the moon, no sign of any disturbance
of the water's surface was to be seen. René was about to start his
car again, but something held him back. He finally got off and went down
to the water. He sat down on a footbridge and watched the water reflecting
the moonlight. It was a very silent night and only the regular murmur of
the water was to be heard.
And then he saw it: Something large pushed through the water surface
and swam towards a jetty in the water, not too far away from the
shore. Instinctively, René took shelter behind some bushes and stared
at the silhouette in the lake: A reptilian body, wings, and shiny scales
which reflected the moonlight.
He realized the truth only slowly: He was glaring at a dragon, a
real dragon. His own story, which was only supposed to provoke Mr. Varini,
seemed to be closer to the truth than René ever could have guessed.
With deep fascination he watched the incredible sight and was very tempted
to run back to the car to get his camera. But he knew that it would drive
away the beast. He had to follow the creature, to find out, where it lived.
And if it really was hidden by Mr. Varini...What a great story. Some pictures
of the beast - he could sell them to newspapers, magazines and TV-channels
from all over the world.
Maybe, there would be even more commercial possibilities concerning
a dragon. Anyhow, he could earn lots of money and also become famous.
René watched the dragon rise and he hurried back to his car,
intending to follow the creature which was on ist way to ist shelter in
It was not easy for the journalist to drive the car through the
night and observing the dragon at the same time. But soon the dragon's
destination became obvious and indeed, after about 20 minutes, he approached
"Alright, bud! I have promised to return, and I will return. Now
your ass is mine!"
Blazestorm sighed and closed his eyes. Before he landed, he made
sure that the driver of the car following him didn't lose his trace. Now
all he had to do was to wait. Humans were so predictable...
René turned his car and parked it about one mile away from
the farm. He took his special night-camera, so no flash would wake up the
farmer and started to walk slowly towards the buildings. He climbed over
the fences and carefully moved on towards the large building which must
be the stable, using every shadow for cover for not to be discovered in
the bright moonlight.
The young man gasped when he suddenly discovered something on the
floor. It was a footprint, a very large one and without a doubt quite reptilian...He
knelt down and shot several photos of that trace and then headed towards
the barn. The beast must be inside and he would soon get the photos of
Blazestorm forced himself to keep his eyes closed as his ears caught
the faint sound of footsteps caused by a human. He imagined how carefully
the human tries to move, avoiding any sound and using every shadow for
cover. But the human certainly not knew about the incredible senses of
a dragon: Blazestorm's sensible nostrils already caught the human scent
as the human still was at the fence. He even would notice a mouse running
through the grass two miles away. Finally, very slowly and carefully the
barndoor was opend. Blazestorm made himself sure before that he hadn't
shut the door fully as his human friend Antonello musn't wake up at any
Nearly without any sound the wooden door swung open and at once René
realized the strange odour inside the barn, a sharp, somehow metallic scent.
And then his eyes caught the most impressive view of his life: Right in
the middle of the room, in the spotlight of some moonrays coming through
the little barnwindow, the dragon was laying there like a statue.
It took all of Renés willpower to resist his impulse and
urge to touch the dragon’s flanks, to gently caress the beast. The young
man was not able to deny it: He was a dragonlover and his wish, once to
see with his own eyes a real, living dragon came true that night. But then
his professional coolness returned and he took several pictures of the
aninmal who seemed to sleep like a rock. René had read lots of books
about fabolous creatures and he knew lots about dragons, but his knowledge
was not large enough to realize that the dragon before him only pretend
to sleep. No dragon would have allowed to an unknown person to come as
close as the journalist was now. But Blazestorm wanted him to get his pictures
as the dragon needed the human’s help for realizing his own plans.
Having finished his work, René retreated. Now, he only had
to write a nice story; his boss would be very pleased about the results.
Driving back to his hotel, in René’s mind the whole article
was written yet. He just thought about a suitable headline when he arrived.
„What are you thinking of, my friend?", the dragon asked, gently
wrapping his wings around his human friend. It was a nice summer evening
and together they watched the sunset illuminating the mountain tops in
„You have been so quiet since this journalist was here. That was
nearly two weeks ago – after how you humans measure time." „I can’t forget
that damn Mr. Perrier. He was so self-confident. As if he knew something.
As if he knew there would be a dragon." „Sshhhhhh", Blazestorm
hissed softly, „ you really need to stop worrying so much, Antonello.".
„I really don’t understand you!", Antonello exclaimed. „ You were
the one who was so in panic about that journalist! Remeber? ‘I beg you!
Please don't tell him about my presence. Once, you have told me what would
happen to me if they found out about me. Please, Antonello, I am afraid
to die.’, these were your words. And now, you are sitting here as all would
be just a game!" „But, it is a game, my friend!" „What? Are you
silly? Did the sun dry out your reptilian brain? A game? Maybe for you,
but not for me. If they discover you, they will also catch my ass. If you
wish to end up in a laboratory, then it’s your business. Then leave now.
Oh, damn! Why did you ever come here into our dimension. Why did you come
into my life? I wish, I never would have met you", Antonello jumped on
his feet and headed towards the house. The dragon sighed. Some of the human’s
words really stung him, but he was able to understand the emotions of the
human. As he had suspected, his arrival had changed Antonello’s life. The
gossip of the people in the valley, the interview with Mr. Perrier, it
all became too much for Antonello. And Blazestorm realized, although he
and the human became so close friends, actually soulmates, Antonello became
even lonelier than he had been before the dragon arrived.
Blazestorm followed Antonello and gently laid his massive paw on
Antonello’s shoulder. „Calm down, my friend", he nuzzled him gently. „I
know what you are going through. Come on, let’s talk." The dragon turned
Antonello around and reluctantly the human went back to the barn. Once
inside, the dragon held him tight. „You will see, my friend: All will work
out fine, for all of us. Trust me. Believe me." The dragon hugged his human
friend and simply by Blazestorm’s soft voice, warm breath and smooth scales,
Antonello was starting to feel much better. Blazestorm decided to help
his friend’s evening becoming a tad more lovable and easier...
It was Sunday, the only day of the week which Antonello used to get
up at about 6 am and not as usual at 4:30 am.
But it was not the sound of his alarm-clock which woke him up, but
the ringing of his telephone. 5:45 am. „Who the hell could be so crazy
to call me up at this time – it is Sunday", he muttered and headed for
the phone. „Yeah?" „Listen, you bastard", the voice on the other end sounded
metallic and distortet. „I am going to kill you. In the name of Jesus and
God, you will burn, Satan!" „Hello? What the f...", but the call was disconnected.
Antonello shook his head. „A crazy one", he shrugged and wanted to return
to his bed as the telephone rang again. „Hello?" This time there was a
female voice to be heard on the other end of the line: "Mr. Varini? In
the name of The Church Of Virgin Mary I invite you to come to us to pray
and to get rid of the demon obsessing you." „Sorry, I don’t understand...",
again, the connection was interrupted.
Antonello jerked at the sound of shattering glass as a brick had
smashed the large window of the livingroom. There was a massage attached
to the stone: „You damn son of a bitch! You and the dragon will come out
immediatly otherwise we will burn your house and the barns down." Antonello
looked out of the window and was shocked: Out there, dozens of people were
prepared to attack the house with rifles, cudgels, sticks and other weapons.
„Down with the dragon!" „Varini deals with Satan!" „Get him, people, otherwise
we will be lost!" „Kill the dragon and then burn him to cinder!" Those
and similar things were shouted at him. Some people, especially elder people
made the sign of a cross when he stepped to the broken window. The first
time in his life, Antonello was frightened. He feared for his life as he
slowly retreated and left the house the back way.
„Who are they?" Blazestorm asked curiously. His tail swished forth
and back. I could roast them a bit..."No! I dont think that would be a
clever idea", Antonello replied. Somehow, he had managed to get to the
barn without being seen by the mob outside. In the dragon’s presence he
felt much better. „They came for you", Antonello’s voice was muffled by
his sobbings. „They found out about you and now they want to kill you."
„Why must you humans always try to slay us dragons. What have we done to
you?" „They fear you..and in your case, well, do I really have to remind
you of that one knight you tortured or the aircraft you attacked or the
soldiers you toasted", Antonello replied bitterly and in the same instant
he regrettet his remark. „I am, sorry, my friend. But what should we do
now? They really try to attack us."
Antonello and Blazstorm glanced out at three militant figures about
to enter the yard before the barn. The dragon started to growl. They watched
as the trio opend the gate. The dragon could not resist any longer. With
glowing eyes, he took a step out of the barn and the people outside screamed
in panic and anger. „There! The dragon! Come on. Let’s slay it right here
and now!" But noone dared to make a single move. Antonello watched numbly
as his friend breathed in deeply, preparing himself for exhaling his lethal
breath. Blazestorm advanced menacingly, slowly, but his intention was quite
plain. The men hesitated, conferred together, withdrew - only to return
with a machinegun pointing at the dragon. But before the man was able to
pull the trigger they all heard several police sirens whine down to inaudibility
right outside the farm gates. „Well, they took their time", Antonello sighed.
„Please, for our both sake, stay calm now, Blazestorm. And no matter, what
happens. I love you, friend dragon." The dragon exhaled carefully and looked
down at his human friend. „I love you too, friend Antonello." He nudged
the human gently as 6 policemen were approaching. „You certainly took your
time coming", Antonello said acidly. „I have been plagued by..." „Are you
Mr. Varini?" one policeman interrupted him arrogantly. Antonello nodded.
„I have a warrant for your arrest. Illegal keeping of a dangerous animal
and allowance of an act of terrorism. Besides, the keeping of that thing",
he pointed at the dragon, „is hiding of an public enemy. And that’s a crime
in this state, buddy!" Antonello snatched the warrant out of the cop’s
hand. When the policeman stepped forward, Blazestorm gave a warning snarl,
little sparks emitted from the dragon’s nostrils. Antonello read the document
hastily. „Christ! That’s all an awful mistake! Let me explain..." „You
will come with us then, Mr. Varini and tell it to the judge." „Yeah! To
the judge with that bastard who deals with Devil and shoot that dragon!",
the mob shouted. Three of the policemen tried to keep the mob under control
and to push them back. „Ladies and Gentlemen. We have here everything under
control. Please leave this place now immediatly. There’s nothing to watch
anymore. For your own safety, please leave this area." „Kill the dragon!"
one man shouted. „We want to see the dragon die, then we will leave", a
girl added. „This is the police’s business not yours, please leave now."
But the mob wasn’t inclined to retreat.
„Yes, down with the dragon – we want his head!"
It were only Blazestorm’s ears, which caught the faint voices of
some children: „No! We want to see the dragon." „Wow! A dragon!" „What’s
its name? Can I pet it?" But those children had no chance against the raging
mob and also the policemen nearly were to weak to hold them back any longer.
And suddenly there was that shot.
Later, there were different opinions about it. One group was convinced
that one of the cops fired a shot into the air for getting attention, other
people said it was someone out of the crowd who tried to shoot the dragon.
Anyway, after that single shot everything went out of control. „Watch
out, the dragon!", was the last thing Antonello heard; then there was this
earthshattering roaring which exceeded Antonello’s „No!!!". The man barely
realized the cops aiming at him. There were only the dragons’s roaring
and the panicked screams of dozens of people. Some screams of fear suddenly
turned into screams of pain and death. Blazestorm did not even waste energy
on blasting the people with his infernal breath of flames. He simply toyed
with them, using his whiping tail and his claws. After a few moments it
was over: People were running like a flock of cattle from Antonello’s farm,
only three people remained, two of them a bloody mess of mangled
„You have killed them! Damn! You have killed them all!!" Antonello
exclaimed before he collapsed sobbing and weeping. Blazestorm, still shivering,
slowly came closer to his friend and glanced down at him. He started to
wrap his wings around the man, but he was pushed away. „You have destroyed
all my life. The life of these men here and there families. The people
are right. Dragon’s are nasty, satanic beasts! Die!!!" Antonello grapped
one of the automatic guns and was just about to pull the trigger, as he
felt a firm grip on his shoulder. „Mr. Varini! No! Don’t do it! No! Calm
down. It’s over!". Antonello recognized the soothing but urgent voice.
„Mr. Perrier!", he turned around and stared at the young journalist. „You!
You dare...Look what you have done with your damn article. Are you happy
now? Now you do have fine headlines, indeed!" The farmer slammed
his fist into the other man’s face. The next blow was placed into René’s
stomach. He collapsed like a sack of potatoes, but Antonello didn’t stop.
As he was kicking after the now helpless body on the floor, the dragon
stood between him and René. „Now it is enough. Now you will listen,
boy." The dragon’s gaze nearly hypnotized Antonello. „I regret what had
happenend..." „Fine!!!, He regrets! Have you heard? he regrets!", Antonello’s
voice was hysteric. „Quiet, friend!", the dragon’s voice was smooth and
calm, nevertheless it made Antonello to shut his mouth. „This man here
has come to help you. To help us." „To help us? Really funny!" „Yes, I
came to help you", René moaned, rubbed his chin and stood up slowly.
„You, bastard? Yes, indeed, you have helped us. Look around. Thank you
very much", Antonello’s voice was full of hate and bitterness. „Would you
be so kind and let me try to explain?" René tried his best to stay
calm. „Besides, it’s for your sake if you listen to me as we don’t have
much time." „He speaks the truth", the dragon said to Antonello. His intentions
are pure, I can read it in his heart." „Ah, I see, as pure as he came for
the first time doing that interview. A new story, that’s all which intrests
him!" Antonello was stubborn. „No!" René exclaimed. I am interested
in the dragon." „Well, then. Slay him and take its head as trophy!" „You
fool! Don’t you see? I want to save the dragon’s life...and your ass as
Antonello took another drink and continued to read the article about
Blaestorm. „You see, that’s all. I haven’t written any single word about
the dragon to be a monster. I only wrote about dragons in general and that
you probably house a dragon. And that this dragon probably has caused the
aircrash", René said after Antonello passed him the newspaper back.
„It was enough to bring all these people to me. And now, they do not only
fear me, but now they will hate me. You never should have written that
article." „I know. And I regret it, but now it is too late." After a short
pause, René continued. „Even if you don’t believe me. I do love
dragons. Since I was a child, I have been dreaming of dragons. What would
I have given just for a single glance on such a beautiful creature." „Then,
human, look at me", the dragon rumbled friendly and brought himself into
a pride pose.
They sat together in the barn. Antonello had prepared a large pot
of strong black tea with rum and now they were discussing the situation.
„My boss sent me into this region. ‘Bring me a story! A good one’,
he told me. It should be my chance to prove to be a good journalist. And
as I came here and I heard of the crashed aircraft and the rumours of a
monter living here...well, you can guess the rest." Antonello nodded and
sighed. Slowly, Blazestorm stood up and walked over to René. He
thoughtfully looked at the human and then he gently laid a huge paw on
the man’s shoulders. René whined a little bit, as the dragon squeezed
his shoulder, his talons cutting into his flesh. „This should be a little
lesson for you before we are getting friends. For the future: Just first
think, before you act", the dragon smiled at René. The journalist
nodded and looked at Antonello. „You both must leave here as soon as possible.
They certainly will come back very soon and there will be the army this
time." „But, where should we go? They will find us everywhere and they
will hunt us down. And then? I can’t leave. What about my farm?" „But you
must leave. Don’t worry about your farm. There will be a solution. You
must leave, now." „And what do you propose? Where should I go with the
dragon?" „Back, where the dragon came from." The silence in the room after
those words were said was incredible. „Back? What do you mean?"Antonello
asked frowning. „Back in my time", the dragon said. Antonello looked at
the dragon. „You want to go, right?" Blazestorm didn’t answer the question,
he just looked back at Antonello. „I see", Antonello sighed. „I should
have guessed it. But how should we get you back into your time?" Antonello
was close to burst into tears. He always was afraid of the moment when
Blazestorm would tell him that he want to go back into his world, back
into the Middle Ages. He expected it one day, but not now, not in this
situation. The dragon really intended to leave Antonello with all this
mess here alone. Blazestorm gently nosed his human friend. „Not ‘me’, friend
Antonello. Us." Antonello swallowed. „You mean, you mean, I should
come with you?" The dragon nodded. „Hey, you two, as much as I dislike
to disturb you, we have got some serious things to discuss", Antonello
interrupted. „You see, Mr. Varini, we have got a little problem." „Which
one?" „Well, the problem is, we neither don’t know how the dragon came
into our dimension nor we know how to bring you back."
Antonello sighed, „of course, I have forgotten, sorry. What now?"
„Now?" René grinned without humour. „Now it is up to me to find
any solution. I must do that anyways, because my boss wants me to write
a sequel to my article, explaining how the dragon come to Switzerland.
I will do the researches. But that will take time. Much time, and we don’t
have enough time, I am afraid to say." „And, what should Blazestorm and
I do? Waiting until some soldiers will arrive and slay the dragon?" „As
I said, Mr. Varini. You and the dragon must leave right now. I know a safe
place, about 200 km away from here. My wife owns a nice chateau near Lake
Constance. You will stay there until I call you." René passed Antonello
a mobile telephone. „Here, my number; if there’s an emergency, then call
me up. And here, the keys of my car. You better take mine as they certainly
will close the roads right now watching out for your car."
René described the way and pointed at Blazestorm. „Will you
be able to find it? You will to have fly far above the clouds." The dragon
nodded, nosed the journalist and kissed his human friend goodbye. „Well
then", he sighed, „I will see you, friend Antonello. And to you", he pointed
at René „thank you, we will expect you there."
„Heureka!",René exclaimed. He had spent several days in various
libraries and archives in Geneva and Zurich, but only in Munich, Germany,
he found what he was looking for: A rational explanation for the appearance
of the dragon. What he needed now, was a proof for the theory.
Again, he read the headline of a German newspaper from May 1995:
„ICE (Intercity Express) 776 Munich – Ascona disappeared in Swiss Alps".
When he found the article first, he was quite puzzled: Although Ascona
is a Swiss town, although the train disappeared in Switzerland, no Swiss
media ever reported that event. Of course, there were rumours about strange
things to happen in a tunnel through Mount Gridone, but he never knew that
actually whole trains disappeared in the mountain. But this very Mount
Gridone was mentioned as exactly that location where the train 776 got
lost. Even worse, that article also was about two other trains which disappeared
on this route to Ascona. To top this, there was also that ICE they actually
found in the mountain – in a very strange and horrible state: All passengers
were dead, but not because of any mechanical forces. There was no fire
which destroyed the train and killed the people, or any form of a crash.
The people died of high age, indeed, the corpses all were mummyfied and
the train itself looked like it had stood in the mountain for centuries:
rusty and rotted.
Something terrible and far beyond any imagination. Something so
terrific and scaring that the Swiss government had decided to keep the
population uninformed. The name of a scientist who investigated those events
in Mount Gridone was mentioned at the end of the article. Dr. Knunbauer
from Berlin university, an authority in the fields physics and also metaphysics
– and paranormal activities.
One thing was for sure, if René wanted to help Antonello
and the dragon and if he wanted also to have scientifically founded story
for his second dragon-related aricle, he had to talk to Dr. Knunbauer...
„My husband just has called me up, Mr. Varini. He sounded quite euphoric,
anyways, he will return tomorrow afternoon", Claudine Perrier informed
Antonello. Antonello nodded. „Fine", Mrs. Perrier. „I just started to wonder
how long it would take them to discover Blazestorm and me. I mean, to stay
undiscovered for nearly two weeks now if the whole Swiss army and police
is looking for a dragon, that’s a miracle." „Oh, I am sure, they would
never find out where you are", Claudine smiled. Indeed, the chateau, actually
a little castle, was so remote that barely someone came to it. And noone
ever guessed that a dragon would have found shelter in someone’s house.
Fortunatly, René’s wife had had no objections to her husband’s
idea to hide Antonello and the dragon in the chateau which they used usually
only during the holiday season. Indeed, Claudine was very curious to see
a real dragon. „But I think, above all Jacqueline will be sad if you two
leave us again. She and the dragon seem to be inseparable siblings", Claudine
said. Antonello watched Blazestorm and Jacqueline gently wrestling together.
It was very interesting to watch how that 10 year old girl reacted at the
dragon’s presence. Unlike so many other people, she regarded Blazestorm
not as a monster but as a large animal which could be her new playmate.
Blazestorm in return considered her as a hatchling he had to care for and
to protect. So they became close friends very soon and Antonello and also
Claudine enjoyed to watch Jacqueline and Blazestorm playing and romping.
Both adults were impressed and fascinated, how carefully and gently the
huge dragon acted with the child. Blazestorm even tolerated to be used
as Jacqueline’s mount and the only time he rumbled was, when she started
to dance on his back.
„I will miss him as well", Antonello sighed. Claudine raised an
eyebrow. „I have thought, you will join him?" „To follow him in his own
dimension? No, Mrs. Perrier. I have thought about it during all the time
now. I can’t. I can’t give up my life here. I am a man of the 20th and
21st century. Besides, what should I do in the Middle Ages? No, I better
stay here with my animals." „But you will get arrested?" „Alright, they
will arrest me. But what should happen to me? If they do not find any dragon,
they can’t accuse me of any crime." „Well, you have forgotten the dead
cops." „That was an accident." Jacqueline didn’t discuss it any further;
after all, it was Antonello’s life, it was his decision. „Or the dragon’s
decision", she muttered under her breath again watching Blazestorm who
now held the girl between his forepaws, gently licking her face.
„Well, and that’s what had happened to the ICEs when they enterd
the tunnel. Dr. Knunbauer calls it „The Gate", but Albert Einstein had
discovered that phenomenon and called it „The shifted space–time–continuum."
„But I still don’t see how this knowledge should help us with our problem",
Antonello replied. René, his wife, Antonello and Blazestorm sat
together in the very large livingroom (in contrast to Antonello’s house,
the chateau offered enough space even for the dragon). René had
opened one of his best bottles of wine and now they discussed the things
which René learned during his researches in Munich and Berlin. „But
it is quite simple: The trains didn’t really disappear. They only got into
another time. The same force, which brought Blazestorm into our time, brought
the trains into another time." „Well, the ICEs disappeared a couple of
years ago, but Blazestorm arrived some months ago. And it was a different
place." „Friend Antonello, René tries to tell you that the same
sort of spell who brought me into your world, brought those...trains into
another world", the dragon said softly. Blazestorm was quite interested
in the words of René. Besides, somehow he really started to like
this guy. Antonello still wasn’t convinced. „Well, but we can’t be sure
that it happened really that way. It is only specualtion. There disappeared
several trains and never were seen again. How can you be sure they are
now standing somewhere in another time or space? Particulary in the Middle
Ages?" „Well, actually, those trains not necessairily have to be brought
into the Middle Ages", René answered. „Dr. Knunbauer states that
it is also possible that they are somewhere in the future now - or
in a different solar system. The only explanation for this phenomenon is
Einstein’s theory." But we don’t have any proof for this!" Antonello exclaimed.
„You have forgotten the train they found. The train and its passengers
which grew old within instants", Claudine interjected. „Correct. Indeed,
that’s the only acceptable proof for the theory. Our task now is to find
such a „gate" and to get you two through it. The rest will be up to you."
„But where could we find such a gate?" „I don’t know", René admitted.
„Dr. Knunbauer was the opinion that these shifted space-time-continuums
are quite lasting. Our only hope is that the portal which brought our large
friend to us is still open." „That doesn’t sound very encouraging, does
it?", Antonello complained. „Ssshhhh, my friend, you will see, all will
turn out fine for us. Don’t be always so negative, friend Antonello." The
dragon gently nudged his human friend. Then Blazestorm lifted his head
and nodded first to Claudine and then to her husband: „My friend and I
are very grateful for what you have done for us. Especially I will owe
you forever." „Dragon, please wait with being grateful until you are actually
back in the Middle Ages. There are still many problems to face", René
answered. „Nevertheless, I am convinced all will turn out fine." Underlining
his point of view, his tail hit the floor. „Can I come with you, Blazy?"
sobbed the little girl. Unnoticed by the adults, Jacqueline had entered
the room. „Darling! You should be asleep!", Claudine got up. „Please wait,
Lady Perrier", Blazestorm interjected. The dragon looked lovingly at the
girl. „Come to me, little sister", Blazestorm rumbled softly. When Jacqueline
came within reach, he grapped her very carefully and lifted her up. „Now,
now, my little one. You need not to cry. You see, I will never leave you.
You will be always in my heart and as long as you do believe in us dragons,
I will be always on your side. Do you really believe that I will leave
you alone, my darling?" Blazestorm gently licked her face. „Finally, you
are my Queen, have you forgotten? And now, Your Majesty, you ought to go
to rest." Blazestorm took a look at Jacqueline’s mother and as she nodded
her approval, he left the room, holding the girl in his huge paws. „What
about a little Good Night story or a lullaby, my little Queen? I know a
very beautiful one my father used to sing for me and my siblings." The
dragon brought the girl into her room and the last thing the adults in
the livingroom heard was Jacqueline’s answer: „Both! First the story and
then the lullaby."
After about an hour the dragon returned. „Now, she’s really asleep",
he grinned. „Fine", René said simply. „Back to our business. We
don’t have much time. Dragon, do you remeber where you arrived into
our dimension?" René passed him a large map of the region of Lake
Geneva. Blazestorm growled softly: „Human, I do remeber the place but I
can’t show it to you on this piece of paper. We dragons do not need maps
for our orientation." „But where should we look for the gate, if you are
not able to show me the place on a map?", René asked impatiently.
„Well, you only need to follow me. You have proven once your ability to
follow a flying dragon while you are driving your car", Blazestorm replied.
„Relax, friends. If this is going to be the only problem we have to face,
then we do have nothing to worry about. I remember the place where I met
him for the first time. It can’t be too far away from the place where the
aircraft exploded", Antonello said. „But don’t you think that there will
be soldiers around the place where the aircraft crashed? I mean, if I was
to search for the dragon, I would bring my people to all the places which
are probably somehow familar to the dragon." „Your wife is right", Blazestorm
nodded. „Humans will certainly be there, waiting for me to come. These
damn so called knights. Dragonslayers, that’s what they are in reality."
„Soldiers", Antonello corrected. „We don’t have knights anymore. We call
them soldiers." „No matter how they are called", René interjected.
„They are another good reason to stop losing further time. We should leave
right now." „Yes, darling, I think as well that you should leave now. Besides,
I think it will be better for Jacqueline if she doesn’t see the dragon
leave. It will be easier for her if she wakes up tomorrow and the dragon
is gone." „You could go with her to the circus tomorrow. She told me several
times that she would like to see the clowns and the elephants." „Thank
you, Lord Blazestorm. That’s a good idea indeed and it will help her to
come over it." Blazestorm growled gently and lowered his head. Showing
a toothy grin, he rumbled softly: „Lady Perrier, how often did I say to
you and your husband to stop calling me Lord? We are friends, please
don’t forget that when I am gone." „How will I ever be able to forget?"
Claudine said and turned away, hiding her upcoming tears.
„Well then", Antonello sighed. „Now, I guess, it is time to say
It was about three hours before dawn, as a group of men slowly marched
through the forest. „Damn fucking rain! Just rain, rain, rain. For weeks!
Commander, do you really think somebody is so foolish and will leave his
home tonight?" „Soldier! Shut up! Otherwise you will end up cleaning the
restrooms at the barracks during the next four weekends." The commander
turned to the other soldiers: „Soldiers, this is the road, where our target
encountered the dragon for the first time. That road leads towards Lake
Geneva and to Varini’s farm on the other end. For three kilometers round
they have found pieces of the wrecked aircraft. That means, the spot, where
the dragon stepped into our time dimension, must be located in this area."
The commander took a step forward and started to explain: „The dragon somehow
managed to enter our dimension and the first thing it encountered was that
areoplane. The dragon behaved like any animal else and considered the aircraft
as either a danger for its own life, as prey or as a mating rival. Anyhow,
the dragon starts to defend its territory and attacks the intruder. It
realizes that its victim is not anything it has ever seen before in its
life and starts to panic. The beast runs amock and finally it encounters
Mr. Varini. It is a miracle that our man survived the first encounter and
it is even more a miracle the man befriended that beast and brought it
to his farm where it has been living like a domestic animal, undiscovered
for weeks. The people down in the valley consider Mr. Varini either a magician
or Satan, like the dragon. That’s rubbish. But I will find out how Varini
managed to keep the dragon..." After a pause, he continued: „Folks! Mind
you! No matter what is going to happen. The dragon must be caught
alive. Varini should be caught alive as well, as he can provide
us with useful information about the beast. And now: Extend and look for
The soldiers obeyed without any further question. They were instructed
quite well for their mission and indeed, they were not unexperienced.
Some years ago, it was exactley that team, commanded by commander
Beck, who examined the incidents around and in Mount Gridone. Together
with the German scientist Dr. Knunbauer they discovered the proof of Albert
Einstein’s theory of the „The shifted space-time-continuum", a gate into
another dimension of time or space. But the gate was not their only discovery.
The truth behind the lost trains was much more fantastic and terrific than
anyone guessed. Even the American CIA and also the FBI were interested
in their revelations. The events concerning Mount Gridone soon became known
as the "Druidentor-File" [Druidentor = gate of the druids].
Now it seemed to be the right time to write another chapter of the
so called "Druidentor-File": Not about aliens like the public always imagines,
some green or grey humanoids from a far off galaxy, but about aliens which
are so familar and known to the humans as if they have lived always among
them. About creatures, humans know from legends and mythology: About angels,
griffins, unicorns and...dragons. About magical powers and witchcraft.
"Stop! That’s the exact place. I remember the view of these three
mountainpics These are the mountains were I once buried my beloved Starbolt.
Here I also met that strange creature you call aircraft." The trio, two
man and a dragon, arrived nearly at the same time.
It was René's idea to provide the dragon with a little sender
so they could stay in touch with Blazestorm while he was flying far above
After the dragon had checked the area around Antonello's farm, René
and Antonello drove to the farm where Blazestorm waited for them. "I sniff
the smell of foreign humans", he had growled, "but they were gone now.
The farm is abandonned except for the animals." Antonello went into the
barn to look after his animals and was relieved to see someone had taken
care for them. "It was my sister. I asked her to feed the animals and to
clear the barns. She loves farming, you see", René explained. "Isn't
it strange?", Antonello wondered, "I have expected at least some policemen
as guards." "Yeah. We must be very careful. I think, they provided a trap
for us", René agreed. The dragon puffed out a little curl of smoke
as he always did when he was nervous. He growled: „Well, they are not here,
but I can feel their presence. I think, they will be waiting for us somewhere
near the place where we are going to go." „Anyhow, we do not have any other
choice. We must find the gate for bringing you back", René said.
Together they walked down the street to the place where Antonello once
stopped his car when he faced a strange creature blocking the road. Blazestorm
sniffed the air: „Humans. They have been here not too long ago. Indeed,
we must be careful." „Dragon, now it is up to you, leap into the air and
try to find the place where you have attacked the aircraft. When you find
it, inform us with the sender and guide us; we will look for a path through
the forest", René instructed Blazestorm.
„And now?", Antonello asked. „Now, we must look for the gate", René
answered. „Unfortunatly, I don’t have any idea how it looks like, if it
is something shimmering or like a hole in the air or anything else. Do
you have any idea, dragon?" Blazestorm didn’t answer. His muzzle held up
high in the air, he stared into the darkness. „Blazestorm?" The dragon
didn’t react, but Antonello was able to see the dragonbody shiver. „Blazestorm,
dear friend? What’s the matter?" Finally, the dragon looked at his human
friends. „I am not sure. I do feel something...strange. And it is not only
the presence of foreign humans." The dragon took a step forward, still
sniffing the air. Very slowly he lifted his forepaw and jerked like someone
who had touched an elctrical fence surrounding a pasture. Carefully, Antonello
and René approached. "What happened?" "There's something, I can't
tell you what. It feels so strange on my sensitive scales. I can't describe
it", the dragon lifted his paw again. "Have you ever felt that feeling
before?" René sounded very excited. Was it the gate they were looking
for? Somehow, it was just too easy. The dragon made a movement which looked
like a head shaking: "No, I regret, friend René. I do not remember
Antonello discovered it first: Where the dragon's paw rested in
the air, there was a little spot, barely visible, blacker than the rainy
night and about the size of a pin. The spot pulsated. "Blazestorm, please
let me try." The dragon drew his paw away and Antonello carefully placed
a fingertip on the pulsating spot. He felt a tickling like thousands of
ants crawling up his arm and in his mouth he suddenly had a metallic taste.
His hairs erected a little bit as the air was now filled with static electricity.
"René, try this for yourself", Antonello whispered.
"Do you have any explanation for that?" Antonello asked, watching
René's hair erecting as well. René took a step back. "Hmmm,
really, I am not sure. There's an energetic field, a quite strong one.
I am really not sure, but after Dr. Knunbauer's description it can be the
gate we are looking for." "But, it is a little bit small for a gate, isn't
it?" Antonello looked very sceptical. "I think, the size doesn't matter,
watch!" René brought his finger back to that spot and gently pressed
the fingertip against it. There was a crackling sound and several blue
and white sparks made René jumping back. The sparks faded away,
but the spot seemed to have grown a little bit. René made a second
attempt, this time pressing two fingertips against the spot. Again it crackled,
a few more sparks and suddenly René felt his fingers entering into
the hole. It felt as if he was pushing through jelly. With a scream he
withdrew and panted. "Oh God! It is the gate! Now I see, how those trains
disappeared in Mount Gridone: There were those spots in the tunnel, one
of them would have been enough. As the first train passed the tunnel with
high speed, nothing happened. But pushing through the...hmmm... spot, it
made it growing larger. Also the next train was able to pass, but finally,
the spot became too large and the next train...hmmm...fell into the black
hole and got lost somewhere in time or space." "But what about the train
and the people, they have found?", Antonello asked. René shrugged.
"I really don't know. Perhaps the train pushed through the gate, arrived
somewhere in the past and there was another spot, just exactly at the very
point where the train arrived, which brought the train back into our time.
But the second spot probably could have brought the train anywhere else
Suddenly the dragon started to growl. "I sense humans apporaching",
Blazestorm warned. "Well, I guess, we should hurry up to bring Blazestorm
and you through the gate." René brought his hand back to the spot.
"I will open it for you. I think, now it is time for the farewell..." "Wait
a minute! After what you have just said, René, how will we be able
to close the gate behind Blazestorm again?", Antonello interrupted. "I
don't know, but I will find a solution...Hey, what have you said? I thought,
you and Blazestorm will be going together?" Also the dragon's hand swung
back to his human friend. Blazestorm narrowed his eyes and looked at him:
"That I thought as well, friend Antonello." Antonello swallowed hard and
tears appeared in his eyes. "I am so sorry, friend Blazestorm. I really
do love you and I will miss you, but I can't come with you. As I said to
Claudine some days ago, I am a man of the 20th century. Besides, what about
my farm?" "Without you, I won't go, either", the dragon rumbled. "What
should I do alone, without any friend?" "Hey! Friends, I don't think, we
have enough time to discuss it. You must leave now, they will soon arrive
to stop us. Antonello, concerning your farm, my sister will love to run
it, don't worry. And now, push through the spot, first the dragon." "I
won't leave you back here, Antonello. I know how much you have suffered
among your kind although there are exceptions like René!" Blazestorm
was stubborn. "You danm stupid beast! You don't need me in your world where
you belong to. You will find another dragoness and you will have a family.
I will stay lonely even if I live among you dragons. Go!" Antonello shouted.
"Sssshhh! Quite, you fools. Do you really want to guide them to us? Either
you leave now or they will catch you. Blazestorm, grab our friend and take
him with you. Hurry!" Renè urged and with both hands he started
to stretch and to widen the gate, that air was filled with sparks now.
"But...", Antonello objected.
Noone should ever get to know what he was going to say.
Suddenly, the place was lit by a strong light and a group of soldiers
appeared out of the dark, aiming with their weapons at Antonello and René.
Two men pointed with a huge, strange formed device at the dragon.
„Anyone moves!", the commander shouted. Underlining his command, he shot
in the air. „And you, dragon, if you dare only to twitch the tip of your
tail, your human friends will die! It is only you, we want." „Run, Blazestorm,
run!" Antonello wasn’t sure if he was the one who shouted those words or
René. He rembered the situation lots of weeks ago – God, it seemed
like an eternity. Then the soldiers were unprepared and stunned by the
dragon’s presence. But this time, they expected the dragon, this time,
they were prepared. Before Antonello was able to move, two soldiers bounced
at him and held him tight. „Blazestorm! Take care! Leave, don’t care for
us..."René didn’t finish the sentence as a strange sound filled
the air and nearly at the same instance the dragon’s terrible roaring became
a muffled whimpering. One of the men had fired a shot from the strange
device and now the dragon was caught in a sort of a net. „Don’t bother
to destroy the net, dragon. Even a dragon can’t destroy it and also your
fire won’t get through its meshs. It is dragonproved. Our American comrades
at Area51 are very experienced, you see?" The commander smiled. „Beck!"
René exclaimed. I should have known that. What do you want with
the dragon?" Antonello only saw the commander approaching René.
„Can’t you figure out? A beast which has never existed except in the minds
of some storytellers, came to earth. What a wonderful treasure for the
science." „And you, Mr. Varini, will tell me everything about your first
encounter with the dragon. Where did it come from?" Antonello shook his
head. „No, I won’t tell you anything." „Wrong answer!", commander Beck
said and one of the soldiers brutally rammed the gun’s butt into Antonello’s
stomach. „First, you will start to answer my questions with ‘Yes, Sir’
and second-...", another butthit into Antonello’s chest „...-you will
answer my questions."
„Beck! I will tell the people what kind of pig you are. How you
manhandle innocent people. Did you examine the events at Mount Gridone
using similar methods?", René interjected. „I know you, commander
Beck! You discovered those gates to another dimension. You tried all to
keep them secret. You have recognized the danger of those spots. But the
population was not informed. And now the spots are spreading everywhere!
Oh, yes! I know it all. I have talked to Dr. Knunbauer. I know about the
trains!" „Oh, really?", the commander smiled. „Than you probably also can
guess, why we kept our discovery secret. We wanted to avoid that
fools like you open the gates. Can you imagine, what can happen? Here",
the commander pointed at the dragon which raged in the net without any
chance of getting free, „the dragon. It stepped through this door into
our dimension. Can you imagine what is able to happen further? Today a
dragon gets into our world? And tomorrow? A new Godzilla? You fool! Do
you really believe that we will risk such a thing to happen? The spots
are only here in this region. We will be able to keep them under control.
I assure you, anything will ever again enter our dimension. And the only
being which was able to step through the portal, well, it will soon be
a legend as it has always been before." Antonello tried to escape of the
iron grasp of the soldiers still holding him. Still numb by the pain the
hits had caused, he barely was able to follow the dispute between the commander
and René. He looked over to the dragon and the view made him sick.
His beautiful, powerful friend helpless caught in a net made of a material
Antonello never had seen before. „No! This time, the public will learn
about the truth of the trains disappearing. They will read about the possibility
of entering another dimension." René shouted. Beck stayed calm and
still smiled. „I don’t think so, Mr. Perrier." „Noooo!!! René!!!!"
Antonello’s scream echoed through the night at the same moment as René’s
lifeless body fell backwards to the floor. Commander Beck put his pistol
back into the halter. „Now, back to our converstion, friend." The loss
of René and also the view of the captured dragon gave Antonello
new strength. Somehow he managed to take his guards by surprise and with
an amazing nimble movement towards the dragon, he tried to help his friend.
But as soon as he wanted to lift an edge of the net, several bullets hit
his shoulder, his legs and also his belly. Antonello screamed in pain and
collapsed. The dragon roard in rage and in pain. „Stop! You fools! I need
him living!". Commander Beck examined Antonello’s body. „He’s still alive.
You!", he pointed at one soldier close to him, „You call the ambulance.
You two will stay with him as guards. And you four, you will narcotize
the dragon and bring it to the airport. Our friends in the USA will be
happy about our little souvenir from Switzerland.
The soldiers came closer to the dragon which suddenly had stopped
to rage. „Antonello. My beloved friend Antonello, I have loved you and
I will always love you. You will be in my heart forever", the dragon started
to weep. „I have told you, my friend. Without you, I won’t return into
my dimension. I will stay with you, forever." The dragon closed his eyes
and didn’t care the large injections the soldiers pumped into his body.
There were voices around him and a strange light. He was not able
to open his eyes, but somehow Antonello realized where he was. Two soldiers
as guards were sitting at his side as the ambulance was on its way to the
military hospital on the outskirts of Geneva. „What will they do with the
dragon?", one of the soldiers asked. „I don’t know. It is said they will
bring it into the USA. There’s a laboratory at Area51." „A laboratory?
But why?" „Hey, man, are you really so stupid? They will do some experiments
with it, I guess." „Of course, they will. But I only wonder, why?". „Hey,
don’t ask so much, alright? Anyway, it is not our business." „It is only...it
was such a beautiful creature. Have you seen its face? It was not the face
of a beast. It was the face of a sentient being." „Hey, what’s the matter,
bud? It's just a dragon." „How long, do you think, will it survive?" „I
really don’t know. And it doesn’t interest me much. I think, probably five
days. They will be very carefull with it, you see. They will do everything
not to kill him too soon. Maybe it will survive the experiments also for
six days? Who knows?" „Five days of torment. How cruel!" „Honestly, I don’t
understand you. It is only a dragon, a monster. A thing that never existed
and never will exist again. Only a dragon", the soldier laughed and Antonello
was surrounded by a merciful darkness...