Fictoid: the infernal triangle

Maximilian Liebenwein - St George And Dragon virgin n dragon standing there drawing his breath after the fight

never had there been such a fight! never had there been such a dragon! what are we saying   of course there have never been any dragons!  they’re phantasms fantasies figments of the imagination!  nonetheless, for the purposes of our story, there was a dragon

blood a lot of blood the dragon’s stinger had sunk deep with that last desperate dying thrust

you bleed

words soft melodious


let me tend your wounds

[dontrustherdontrustherdontrusther somethingwrongwomethingwrong]

…in the cave... the dragon’s cave bone and metal scattered about skulls cracked open bones broken in half the marrow sucked out

take off your armor

hard to do the stinger punched through the metal plate the sharp edges bend inward clutch at the wound


the armor comes off

there, not so bad

will I die of this wound

of that melodious laugh no, you will not die of that wound that I promise you

she prepares a poultice applies it soothes the raging pain

the burning pain the devouring pain

lie down

he does

her cot a small shelf of rock in the cave skulls and bones blackened and cracked litter the floor

they died

they did

they could not kill this dragon

this dragon, no, they couldn’t

but I did

aye you did

and rescued you

the pain eases becomes numb numbness becomes pleasure

know what they told me down in the village

what did they tell you

they told me no knight could ever defeat the monster of the mountain

did they now

aye why would they tell me that

to warn you, perhaps

perhaps or perhaps to entice me

ah, brave knight you are smarter than you look

am I there is something wrong here the pieces do not fit like mismatched armor these knights whose bones lay scattered at our feet how many how often

once or twice two or three times a year this season or that

ahhh and how could a dragon especially a dragon of this size how could a dragon survive between those battles more importantly how could you survive dragons grow hungry why were you not a feast

the dragon and I we have an understanding


have how do you feel how is your wound

I feel no pain what sort of understanding

the stinger it struck deep did it not

aye what sort of understanding

dragons are not of this realm good knight they do not mate or bear young in the manner to which we are accustomed

what sort of understanding I shall not ask again!

melodious laugh oh good knight all shall be answered all shall be made known

reach for your dagger arms move slowly sluggishly as if made of cold dough

what have you done to me

what have you done to yourself good knight

you came looking for glory and adventure fame and reward

glory and fame we can not offer you adventure you have already had now comes your reward your just deserts

dagger clatters to cold stone floor useless fingers useless

picks up the dagger turns it curiously in her hands touches the tip with her finger

for me did you intend this for me

witch! what have you done to me! the poultice --

eases your pain as promised relaxes you prepares you

prepares me for what

like a maggot on the skin of a horse like a weed growing on a grave like a wasp laying an egg in a spider so my dragon has planted a seed in you

numbness now paralyzed does he feel something move deep within his bowels

dragons can not lay eggs in the open for all their fierce demeanor they are helpless little pups as a cockatrice lays its egg in manure my dragon has laid its egg in you Sir Dung Hill

…it will kill me…


…it will devour its way out of me…

melodious laugh nay, good knight as I said dragons are not of this realm they eat finer food than you can imagine no, the young pup inside you just needs a safe place to grow and prepare and then emerge to be my new dragon

…these bones…

the gallant knights who came before you who slayed the dragons who came before this one and in turn were slain by the pups who emerged

…I…I will…survive!

melodious laugh oh, good knight I have heard that one before

I…shall! though the dragon emerges it shall not kill me! I shall recover! I shall slay it again! and this time forever!

so said all these gallant knights scattered about you

before I ate them

© Buzz Dixon art by Maximilian Liebenwein

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