Post by Kina on Oct 26, 2008 12:46:33 GMT -5
Kina walked amongst the crowd in the streets. Some were rushing to get errands of all sorts done; others just out for a brisk walk. Kina was of the latter sort, out for a jog. Ten or twenty minutes later, the crowd thinned, and a hand grabbed Kina by the shoulders. He recoiled in surprise, holding one hand to a dagger. He turned around to see an old man with crooked, yellow teeth, and an almost bald head standing there, waiting for a response.
"Yes..?" the flustered Kina asked, his hand hovering over the sheath.
"I am the Dragon King, Sargon." he croaked, wobbling over a termite-bitten cane.
"Really.." Kina asked, not convinced.
"Really. I'm finding a group of warriors just perfect to follow in my footsteps of dragon-slaying. And you are one of them."
"Yes..?" the flustered Kina asked, his hand hovering over the sheath.
"I am the Dragon King, Sargon." he croaked, wobbling over a termite-bitten cane.
"Really.." Kina asked, not convinced.
"Really. I'm finding a group of warriors just perfect to follow in my footsteps of dragon-slaying. And you are one of them."