Short Story: Dragon

This one's happy! Really! read it, please!
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Dragon

The girl sat in her cell, hunched over and breathing faintly. Her back was covered in old, scarred whiplashes and fresh ones, oozing blood. She had been in there for three weeks already, and she was getting impatient.
Sighing, she thought to herself, ‘Where is he?’
She was imprisoned on false accounts of treason, or so they called it. In truth, the king just wanted to be rid of her. They whipped her every other day, trying to get her to admit to something, though there was nothing to admit to. The beatings kept her in check, so she was too weak to escape or use magic.
She shifted to her side, wincing at the cuts on her back. Yawning, her eyes closed. Sending out one last thought, the tendrils of sleep closed in and she drifted off.
‘Gelmir, my celeb’loke, help me...’

She slept for several hours, dreams untroubled. She awoke as the sound of ragged screams filled the air. Sitting up, she listened for a moment. Several loud crashes sounded, and a pleased grin spread across her face. Closing her eyes, she concentrated all her strength to reach out her inner sight to the edges of the castle. She saw many people, small but bright life flames. She saw some larger life flames, of horses and cows within the castle stables. But what interested her was the largest life flame, silver in color, and quite unlike those of the humans.
It was still a good distance away, and above her, in the courtyard. As her energy drained, she felt something familiar brush at her mind, and she released the magic. Gelmir had come.
She stood and looked around her cell. The room was not small, but neither was it very big either. She wondered where Gelmir could break in, and a small laugh escaped her lips. He’s so big, he could come through anywhere. More crashes sounded, closer than before.
Dust fell from the ceiling, and she looked up. The stone was cracking; she stepped to the edge, near to the wall, just in time, for several chunks of rock fell to the floor where she had stood. More pieces fell, bigger pieces, and soon there was a hole in the ceiling. A large, reptilian head poked through, looking at her.
The girl smiled. “Took you long enough, Gelmir.” She did not speak aloud, but spoke through their minds.
“Sorry, little one. I was detained.” Gelmir’s deep voice entered her mind, the familiar parchment-like voice assuring her of her safety. He pulled his head back, and more broken stones fell to the floor. Gelmir appeared again, saying, “Are you well, little one?”
“No. I am weak, and my back is wounded.” A low, angry growl escaped Gelmir’s throat, but he reached his head down to look her in the eye. She looked back at him, and his silver cat-like eye watched her a moment more, then blinked. He touched his nose to her forehead, and she closed her eyes as his energy flowed into her, healing her back and restoring her strength.
“Thank you.” Looking up at the hole, she said, “Now, how am I going to get out?”
Gelmir did not respond, but pulled his head back and reached a silver paw down to her, picking her up gently in long, silver claws. He reached up to the floor above and set her down carefully in the courtyard, then pulled himself up after her.
“What a mess…” She surveyed the ruined courtyard. The walls were cracked and broken in some places, and several wounded soldiers were on the ground, unconscious.
“Well, I couldn’t very well just ask nicely for them to let you out, could I?
“No, I guess not…King Orr wouldn’t relinquish me so easily…”
Reaching up to the spikes lining his back, she pulled herself up and sat behind his neck. He spread his wings and rose into the sky, swinging his long tail like a rudder.
Hovering, he asked her, “Where to, little one?”
Looking to the horizon, she smiled at the sight of the setting sun. “Let’s go home.”