SS The Dragon’s Quest for Hopper:: Chapter 9 : Erin and Dominik

The Dragon’s Quest for Hopper starts off as any other low brow elf seeking a real place in life.  He didn’t think the real place would be babysitter to a dragon.  Part of him wishes the dragon mother decided on eating him instead of shoving him into this new role.  What was he thinking getting involved with Linda or Hartliebe or thinking he deserved more in life than running a beer company.  Beer is his life.  Or it was.  His life now seems a lot different.  And scary.
Genres: Adventure, fantasy

[WIP: The Dragon’s Quest for Hopper]

Erin and Dominik

When I come back to my senses, we had landed in a field just beyond a small village.  It seems different as villages go, but no less village-like.  Cyro takes no time dragging me across the village to one shop.  I stare at the sign.  ‘Maps’ in clear black ink covers a picture of a map.

Cyro knocks before entering, for once.  I follow deadly silent.  The pair inside do not give notice to us entering until we reach their counter.  The girl, a normal looking elf, has eyes only for the map in front of her.  That is until she looks at the male at her side.  He focuses on the strokes he makes on the new map he is working on.  I could not even begun to guess where they hail from either.  If they are that much of a mix, I would say a main city.  Why live here?  And why are we here?

The girl glances at us drawing back a bit.  The move stops the male from working.  “Are you here to buy something?”

The dragon looks annoyed to be ignored for so long.  The others gave him notice right away even if it was a negative notice.  “Are you Erin?”

She draws further back and the male walks over.  He lays a hand protectively on the girl, “You have need for my wife?”

I step forward offering a hand in greeting.  “I am Dominik.  This is Dragon Cyro.  We come looking for a map.”

“Then you wish to buy.”  The man nods motioning to the shop’s many treasures.  “Of where?”

“Terrick Isle.”  Cyro nods certain.  Then his eyes go to Erin who jumps.  “Jess said you would have one.”

“The Mad Hatters are back in action?”  She shivers visibly.  The male slides a hand up and down her arm.  “Did Dorothy…?”

“No.”  Cyro sighs collapsing into a chair.  “The pirates are done.  I am looking for Terrick.”  He holds up a book.  I know which one.

Erin nods standing up.  The male tries to stop her, but she whispers, “Return to your work, Shane.”  He nods going back to his cartography.  “The Mad Hatters are a dangerous group.  You should be wary of them.”  He bows her head to Cyro.  “I am Erin, navigator of the Mad Hatters.  Or at least I was.  I stopped wearing that thing fifty years ago.”

“You mean you literally wore hats?”  I ask her.

Erin nods taking one that was hanging on the wall down.  It has feathers every which way and a string of pearls crisscrossing the thing.  It makes sense why they were called Mad Hatters now.  “But you are not looking for that story.  My sisters probably already told you.”  She sighs watching the hat go back up on the wall.  “You want to know about Terrick Isle.  I have a general idea where you need to go.  But you cannot easily get in.  Nor can you easily leave.”

“Dragon.”  Cyro waves his fingers around like that is a stupid concept.

Erin stares at him a bit.  “We had a demon with us and could not enter.  You need the key.  My map will only get you to the isle.  And without strong protections, you will not be able to leave the isle.”  She tugs a map from a pile.  After glancing at it, she hands it to Cyro.  “This is my map to the Isle of Terrick.  I will not give you a second one.  Use it carefully.”  She turns back to her chair.  “How will you pay?”

I stare at the dragon.  He lifts himself up and walks to the counter like it was nothing.  A small sack drops on the counter.  “You bore me, woman.”  Annoyed still, the dragon skips out of the shop.

After a proper good bye I follow him.  He waited for me.  “How about we stop for food?”

“You deny me sheep, then ask for something?”  He glares at me.

“It has been days since we saw sheep!  I have not eaten since I met you.”  I glare right back.  “I will not move on until I get food and sleep.  I never lived like this before.  I think I am going to go crazy.”

He laughs at me walking to another building in the village.  “Elves cannot handle any real pressure.  Being my slave should make you go crazy.”

Sulking a little, I internally wish I had been eaten those many days ago.  I have no idea if I will never see my own home, my family, or my friends ever again.  The only ones I am certain to see at this rate are Hartliebe and Cat.

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