The speed with which the dragon happily obliged Jawn's wishes was astounding and before the human had blinked thrice the screams had erupted around him. The structures of the town came down as if they were a child's cheaply made toys and the night lit up with the blazing heat of dragon fire. Jawn had never known dragons could do more then breath fire but this one also seemed to hold control of ice and he watched in a fascinated horror and his stomach churned with the knowledge that this was his fault. However he tried Jawn could not quite feel bad for it though and he was caught up in the beauty of the beast with which he had been conversing.<br/><br/>Jawn had never seen a real dragon before (nor had many and lived to tell of it) and he could see that the drawings and stories he had been told through his life of the magical creatures had not done them justice. At least, he thought, they had not done this particular dragon justice. His scales were gleaming, alive and dancing with colour of the atmosphere and although the dragon was not as big as he had expected the magical monster made up for that in sheer impressive appearance. It was normal to be mesmerized by the flames but Jawn was mesmerized instead by the dragon as he watched is smash houses and the ground shook with his roars and fury. Many died around him screaming and many fled to the fields and he knew they might finally understand the sort of uncomfortable life he had lived so far.<span style="font-style: italic">'Serves them right,'</span>he found himself thinking and Jawn was surprised by his taste for revenge. He had always considered himself a good person but now he had tricked a dragon into rage and set him on a village, that was not something a good man would do.<br/><br/>The young man was knocked from his thoughts of self discovery when his pole was yanked unceremoniously from the ground. He yelped and gasped as the pain of the rough movements of the dragons and he felt uncomfortably like a shishkabob as the dragon wondered what was to be done next. His blonde hair was slick with sweat and sooty from the fires and his skin stung and itched from it. Jawn looked the dragon in the eyes as hot sulphur smelling breath washed over him,<span style="font-weight: bold">"whatever you want. I do not pretend to know the plans and preferences of dragons..."</span>He choked a little as the hot air stole his breath. He could only hope that the dragon held up on his end of the deal though.<span style="font-style: italic">'You or  them?'</span>it had meant he lives, right? Jawn had thought that meant he was free but the analytic look in the eye of the beast before him said otherwise.