The Dragon in the Pit

The Dragon in the pit

Swash fell came pebbling down the side of the wall, coming to the realization.
He couldn't get out, why would he waste his energy trying. Right now he was at there
mercy.

Scanning the area was a joke, pitch black. He couldn't see past his own hand. He knew
they were watching him, he Swash couldn't hear them but he knew. The animals that put him
here was laughing, cheering.

All he could do was put his back to the wall, Swash knew that the thing that was in the
pit with him was going to kill him. He set his blade, he knew his skills.  

Swash waited, and waited. in silence he waited, unable to see just holding his sword.
Holding set for whatever might come out of the darkness.

There in the distance, out of nowhere there was a light, a small blue light. Than another
came on. than another, than glowing shapes seemed to illuminate near the other end of the
pit.

Swash didn't know what to make of it, What kind of manner of torture is this. Where is
the creature?  With sounds of hissing decompression the lights slowly began to come on.
chains started to rattle, crippling his hearing, as the lights from the room blinded him.

The ground started to move around him, and he lost his footing, he lost his formidable stance.
he kneeling was starting to gain his eyesight.  In a fuzzy blur A giant set of lights
came rising to the sky.

the ground shaking, the lights that blinded him after long moments of darkness, and the
the shaking of chains and his steam coming from somewhere. He knew that this was a
trick, a trick to get him to lose his cool. This way the creature or men could easily
take him. From what he could gather he was on a big ledge, as he was trying to focus Swash could see that the bigger and real pit was farther in front of him. Maybe half the people would die because it was dark and fell off to there dooms, because it was so high up.

adjusting to the ground, Swash raised his sword and looked at the room, for the first time.
That's when he saw it, something so large, something beyond his reasoning. a large black creature.
He now knew the illuminated shapes was floating around the skin, what he could only think of his skin.
Swash backed to the wall, without any hesitation he held his breath and backed to the wall.
the sets of illuminated lines revealing his its chest, leading to its face.  the little lights
it eyes turned.

Swash couldn't believe it, if it wasn't for these things and now he saw wires attached all over
its body. He swore it was some kind of dragon, cliffed sized dragon with massive wings that stretched
the whole span of the pit. its tail was almost as long as the body.

The beast unfolded the wings, as the massive chains that bound it shook and rattled. Its mouth opened as the
tubes that was impaled in it neck let out a massive amounts of hissing steam. The two sets of sharp teeth,
was nested within the creatures jaw. and within was nothing, he found no mouth. at least not from where, he
saw. The creature lifted up its hand, and began to inspect it. The lights moving all over the place on its
body, almost to the rhythm of the heavy mechanical sound it made of its moving joints.

wiring  and spikes aligned and began shooting out of its skin, as the beast felt what looked like curled horns
atop its head. Swash, just stood there taking it all in, trying to breath very slowly. Hoping the thing would
go back to sleep. He had never known a dragon like beast of this magnitude, or origin.  
"what kind of demon is this?" he wondered
"and how do I get out of here?"

As the creatures lights dimmed there was circles, circles of metal spinning in them. Normal dragons have eyes
as lizard. What kind of Dragon has spinning circles of metal for eyes, if this was even a dragon? Swash becoming
naturally more bold in the situation, as bold someone would be in this situation moved his foot just slightly
left, no more than a centimeter.

The things eyes all of the eyes had all of its circles spinning, they all stopped. In a moment of singularity,
they turned and focused on him. all of the circles all of its eyes. The wings opened and stretch, the creature
opening its mouth wide. a loud roar shook the pit, it followed by a loud pitch with screech, and scraping of
some kind.

Swash knew he was spotted, naturally being a warrior he grabbed his sword. he held it as best he could as the
dragon like beast turned toward him. the creature in a instant was gone, the massive beast as big as a cliff
vanished into thin air. Swash turned to the left, and then to the right. What the hell just happened.

Than just as quick as it vanished the creature was in front of him, looking down at him on the ledge. his face
meeting a hair on his massive chest. Swash stood in shock looking up to the creature. This was short, for a massive gust of wind
flew right at the ledge picked dirt rocks and boulder alike and smacking up against the pit wall. Swash was no different
as the wind flung straight into the wall, slamming him and holding him, smashing him. when the wind stopped, he was
peeled by gravity off the walls surface. He didn't pass out though, he knew what stood before him, and he would not
die without looking at his killer.

He stood up, sword lost from the gust and maelstrom of rocks. He walked toward his beast with as much pride as he could.
He knelled to the ground, the whole time the creature looking down on him as if he was a small mouse on his counter.
Swash while kneeling shouted what he thought would be his last words.

"Do what you must, great creature!"
" Please give me a honorable death, and eat me whole."


The creature raised his hand and sent it toward Swash.