This is part of Fizzle’s debut in Legends of Windemere: Beginning of a Hero available on Amazon Kindle for 99 cents.
Luke takes a deep breath and runs as fast as he can toward a nearby tree, which is small and thin. He leaps at the light blue tree, planting his feet against its rubbery trunk. He has enough time to aim before he launches at the flexible tree. He ricochets from one rubbery plant to another, gaining enough momentum to catch up to Selenia. The sounds of dull thuds followed by shaking leaves cause the headmistress to peek over her shoulder. She slows down for half a second to make sure she is really seeing this act of ingenuity and desperation.
The forest tracker is a few feet behind her when he collides with an invisible object. He tumbles away from Selenia, feeling an unseen creature clutching his chest. He can hear terrified whimpering from the beast, so Luke curls his body to protect the small thing from injury. He kicks his legs out when they get near a large rock, avoiding a painful impact. No longer watching the forest tracker, Selenia disappears around a thick redwood, which Luke crashes into. He unfurls his aching body and feels the creature jump off him.
“Owies! That hurted. Watch where you go,” squeaks a little voice as the adorable beast materializes. Luke stares in awe at the small dragon hovering before him on iridescent red dragonfly wings. The creature has smooth, purple scales that shimmer in sunlight and its underbelly repeatedly shifts from dark pink to dull red with every hissing breath. Tiny claws stick out of its narrow fingers and toes, which are splayed in a display of anxiety. A slender tail, nearly twice the length of the little dragon’s body, slowly weaves in the air and arches over its head.
“Great Uli,” Luke gasps, regaining his ability to speak. He scrambles to his hands and knees as the creature flutters around, coming to a rest on his shoulder. “You’re a drite. I’ve heard about your kind. I never dreamed I would ever meet one. I’m very sorry I crashed into you. Are you hurt?”
“Fizzle fine,” the drite happily squeaks. “A little . . . little . . . what word? It wiggle wobble feel. Fizzle no like you speech.”
Luke winces as he tries to get up, falling back against the tree. To avoid whimpering in pain, he concentrates on the little dragon curiously peering at him from his shoulder. He notices a bulge at the top of the drite’s throat that gently rolls under the skin. It is oddly hypnotic as the scales over the area turn different shades of purple. Luke rapidly blinks his eyes in order to break whatever spell has stolen his attention.
“I think you mean jostled. Where did you learn trade-speak?” Luke asks, failing to get up again. “Owww. My spine and shoulders are going to be feeling this for a while. I haven’t even started my combat classes yet.”
“Small human teach Fizzle. She not big like you. Ears not sharp. Fizzle not sure what big ones call her kind,” the drite answers, scratching his head with the end of his tail.
“Sounds like a child, which explains the problem with big words,” Luke says while smiling at the drite. He looks at the sky and realizes how much time has passed. “I should be getting back to the academy and face the heckling about losing the race. Not just losing, but getting destroyed. At least I came close to catching up even though only Selenia and you will believe me.” Luke struggles to get into an awkward crouch. “Better, but I still feel like a herd of deer ran me over. This is going to be a long and tiring day. Maybe I’ll skip breakfast and get a few apples from Nimby.”
The drite darts into the air and drools, the shimmering liquid hitting Luke’s knee. “Apples? Fizzle love apples! Taste good and sweet and crunchy and yummy and mmmmm. Can I go with?”