The Flight of Dragons Page #3

The laws so command.

There will be another.

A leader.

Who?

- I haven't the slightest idea.

- How Then?

Tonight, after you both have

returned to your realms

I will turn to antiquity for the choice.

Its wisdom shall prevail.

Well, whoever Antiquity choose, Your

leader will have his job cut out for him.

I leave him this,

The Shield of Saturn.

Forged from the mystic dust of her rings,

it will deflect any dark magic spell.

I have only implements of peace,

but perhaps he will find the

Flute of Healing Sleep useful.

It is from the

Temple Of The Muses.

When played, it will lull the

most fearsome dragon to sleep.

Thank you, good brothers.

Ommadon will not prevail, and

his crown shall be captured.

- So be it!

- May victory be ours.

Hay, a war at last.

Finally I'll will see battle.

Not a war.

A quest.

Well what ever you call it.

I'm ready for it.

Unfortunately so is Ommadon.

Hear me now Antiquity.

Hear me, oh great conglomeration

of spirits gone before.

Make you will known.

Who shall lead the quest to

capture The Crown Of Ommadon?

Search the future.

He will be the distant

descended of Great Peter

The Dragon Master.

Ah, I have heard legends of Great Peter.

Centuries ago he tamed the dragons

and taught them to speak.

Seven hundred and seventy seven generations

separate Great Peter

from he whom you seek.

But why so many generations

away from the original.

He is the first of the descendants

who is a man of science.

Why should that be important?

TRUST THE JUDGMENT OF ANTIQUITY!

I do, I do. Implicitly.

Tell me in which century

will I find this champion.

Ten hence from this. Our nine thousandths.

That would make it the 20th

century by man's calendar.

The closing decades.

A silver acorn?

Drop it into the Limpid Pool of Time

and you will find him.

And now, farewell.

Are you certain this is

The Limpid Pool of Time?

My dear young fellow, I am one

of the four magic brothers.

I should know a limpid pool

of time when I see one.

Dragons and wizards and

dungeons and princesses.

Dragons and wizards and princesses

and dungeons and castles.

Mr. Dickenson, is this

all you think about?

Never mind what I think,

what do you think of this new

Flight Of Dragons game I invented?

It's fun.

What can I say.

Just a couple of thousand

dollars we can manufacture this

and we'll all be living like kings.

"Just a couple of thousand." he says.

Like it was peanuts.

This is an heirloom. It

must be worth something?

Your heirs didn't loom so big.

If I give you fifty I'd be fired.

Flight Of Dragons, aren't you

writing a book by the same name?

Was,

I don't have time to work on it now.

Not with holding down two jobs

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