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Gamers' Quest – Tark

The following is an excerpt from Chapter 6: Dragon Slaying.


Tark peered through the undergrowth at the cave. All seemed peaceful and quiet. But appearances could be deceptive, especially in the Forest.Tark had never taken on a dragon before. He’d never even seen one. He was just a common thiever and dragons were well out of his league. No one below a knight, second class, would attempt such an encounter. And yet, here he was.

‘Oi!’ Tark shouted as he approached the cave. ‘Dragon! Ya in there?’


‘Bring outs yar gold. I is ’ere ta takes it from ya.’

A deep rumble came from the cave. Suddenly Tark wasn’t so sure about what he was doing. A wisp of grey smoke escaped from the mouth of the cave. Tark quickly drew his cloak up around himself. A small burst of flame shot from the mouth of the cave, right at him. Tattered though it was, his cloak had enough power to protect him from the heat.

As Tark peered out from behind the folds of material, the dragon emerged. It was a lot smaller than he had expected. Tark had imagined a gargantuan beast with smouldering eyes, smoking nostrils and enormous bursts of fire spewing from its mouth.

But this dragon was only about twice Tark’s size, and Tark was not all that tall. Its eyes were round and blue; its scales, azure and shimmering; its snout, short and somewhat squishy-looking. It was hardly what he would call fierce. ‘Cute’ seemed a more apt descriptor.

‘Wot kind of a dragon is ya?’ asked a puzzled Tark, lowering his cloak.

‘What kind of a knight are you?’ retorted the dragon, slowly shuffling along towards Tark.

‘I ain’t no knight. I is a thiever.’ Tark puffed out his chest proudly.

‘Lords of Fire preserve us,’ sighed the dragon, rolling his eyes and coming to a halt three armslengths from Tark. ‘What has our little forest realm come to, when a common cutpurse with delusions of grandeur comes to steal from a mighty dragon?’

‘Yeah well,’ said Tark, hand taking hold of the sword’s hilt under his cloak. ‘Ya don’t looks too mighty from where I is standin’.’