She stood on her base, at the foot of the Dragon Perch. Above her stood a magnificent three-headed dragon, adorned with red, sky blue and gold armor. Its wings and tail were gold that melted into scarlet at the middle. All three heads wore helmets with spikes down the back of their necks, but the middle head had a crown-like piece on the front with two horns delicately bending from the sides to reveal an ornate arrow in the middle. The third head was the only one with a beard, which appeared to be made of grass. All three heads lowered in unison as they spoke.
“We are Urd, Verd and Skuld,” they said, each head speaking its own name.
“Urd?” Obsi interrupted. “But don’t I have a dragon called Urd?”
“No!” the first head snapped. “That dragon is called Urden. The PG has had that all wrong for ages!”
The middle head, Verd, rolled its eyes. “Back to the matter at hand, Dragon Lord Obsidian Dall, we have a message for you.”
“A dragon from your past,” Urd began.
“…will appear in the present,” continued Verd.
“…and what you do with this dragon will determine your future, as well as his,” finished Skuld.
“Think purposefully before you act,” Urd warned as he straightened his neck.
“What you do now is forever forged in your legacy,” Skuld said, straightening himself as well.
Verd moved closer to Obsi. “Be true to yourself,” he whispered. He straightened, and the heads nodded in unison and took off.
Obsi sat up as she woke, unsure if it was a dream or an actual vision. She felt uncertain as she climbed out of bed. The sky had grown dark, and from the looks of the base she had missed dinner in the Meeting Hall. She sighed, shrugged, pulled on her boots, and went to the Meeting Hall to search for leftovers, or at least something to snack on. She found some left over mashed potatoes, gravy that was still warm and some cookies. She put the potatoes and gravy into a bowl, the cookies on a plate, and those on a tray with a lid. She began to carry the tray back to her chamber, but a growl coming from behind the storage hut made her stop. She gently set her tray down and quietly began to creep over to the hut. Guards began shouting and a dragon roared. One of the guards rang the bell that hung outside the storage hut, calling more guards to their aid.
Obsi ran to the hut. She knew what this was. The guards had drawn their swords and were waving them erratically at the dragon in an attempt to scare it off. Gunnar was backing away from the guards slowly, waiting for a chance to fly off without being hurt or hurting any of the guards. Obsi called for the guards to stop as she pushed past them and faced the trespasser.
“Easy boy,” she said gently, putting one hand out in front of her as she slowly walked toward him.
Gunnar recognized her. The girl! He stopped and lowered his head.
“Where have you been?” she whispered with a laugh, grabbing a handful of moss that was hanging from his lower horns. Gunnar grunted, and she reached out to pet his head…
Half a dozen guards came around the hut, waving swords and torches in an effort to help the guards who’d put out the call. Gunnar was spooked and took off.
“DAMMIT!!!!” Obsi screamed furiously. She whirled around to face her guards. The original two were berating the others. “We tried to tell you she had it under control!” they shouted.
One of the six looked at Obsi. “We are truly sorry, Dragon Lord…”
Obsi raised her hand. “No need to apologize for doing your job, my good man.” She looked at the sky, hoping for a glimpse of Gunnar. “Hopefully he comes back. And, if he does, you will get me immediately, is that understood?” All eight guards nodded. “Good. Now, back to what you were doing earlier, all of you. I’ve got to go find where I left my dinner.”