the speakeasy at yeah write #152
Let sleeping legends lie
“I think we should turn back.”
“Amy, stop whining!”
“But Martin, I am tired!”
“Amy is right, and besides I think we are lost.”
“Ha! Trust you to whine and Diana, we are not lost.”
Spreading the map on a nearby rock and pointing to an X marked in red Martin said, “We are right here.”
“Just tell me, how many hours more till we reach that darned cave?”
“Four? Okay, at the most five.”
The girls groaned.
Thick foliage made it kind of dark even in the daytime and the forest floor carpeted with pine needles and dried leaves made walking difficult.
After an hour Amy said,”Can we take a break? My legs are killing me.”
“Ah, look what these jungle insects have done to mine!”
“Told you to wear chinos, but you were intent on fashion. Now suffer!”
“You brat! It will serve you right if there is no treasure.”
“So what, even if there is none? National Geographic or Flickr will be happy with the great photographs Martin is capturing.”
“Amy, what about your camcorder? Are you recording everything?
“Yes I am but I still think we should return now-I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Stop it Amy. Never knew you to be superstitious.”
“But, that guide..?”
“Ha! Ha! That Petra-what an entertainer! He and his cock and bull stories!”
“But what if they are true?”
“What if they are true…” mimicked Peter. “Are you daft or what Diana! A folklore that is 400 years old? Gimme a break!”
“It would be so easy to give up now but think of how much fun we will have even if it is true.”
“Yes, we will be famous .Imagine our faces on all the news channel. Young explorers reveal age old secret…”
“Shut up you two!”Diana glared
“Have you noticed suddenly how quiet it is?”Amy shivered.
“That’s because my portable radio’s batteries just conked off. But I have a set of spares, let me change them.”
A few minutes later, the forest air resonated with retro numbers and the mood lifted.
“Okay, rest for half an hour, then we stop only when we reach the cave.”
In the cave, she stirred in sleep disturbed by forgotten images. Her grey blue scales glistened with moisture and her forked tail lay inert-for the time being. A little to her left stood two huge eggs, one green and the other blue. Two more eggs –one red, and another grey blue stood immobile. There was no sound except a faint rustling of her wide ink tipped wings. Suddenly the green egg started to vibrate and slowly cracked open. A while later the blue egg followed suit. She opened her gold flecked red eyes and instinctively moved towards the noise. Soon, a low keening filled the cave and four new lives crawled towards their mother. She gathered them close and waited. Her sharp ears had caught a long forgotten sound and she knew the images were coming to life-again. She remembered that it was in a battle with such beings that her mate had lost his life. It was time they learnt their lesson.
“Here we are!”
“Okay, let’s go in.”
“Ugh, what a horrid stench!”
“Its pitch dark in here.”
“Where are the torches? Shine the light in here.”
“Hello what’s this?”
“Oh my, so cute! What is it?”
“Look at its tiny wings-it has a snout and a tail too!”
“Hello, there are three more-in different colours too!”
“Mini dragons, ha-ha!”
“Don’t laugh stupid and turn off your radio-can’t hear anything.”
“Amy, where is your camcorder? Record it pronto!”
“Martin, get all the angles! Imagine the sensation when this footage is released!”
“Better than Jurassic park, man! We are going to be bloody rich and famous!”
“No Diana! Don’t touch-they may bite.”
“Guys, have you thought that these little things may have a mom?
“OMG! What if she …It’s getting hot in here or what?”
“What is that swishing noise?
“I knew it! The legend is true!”
“Run for your lives! It is the mother Dragon!”
But it was too late. Only the portable radio lay there,the Bee Gees belting out ”Staying alive”,with gusto.
She may have been hibernating for half a century but her memory and senses were sharp. Agility and cunning made her formidable and soon she and her kids were having their first meal.
This was written for speakeasy #152 at yeahwrite. The challenge was (a)to write a piece of fiction or poetry,750 words or less(mine is 740 including the title)(b)to use the sentence ,”“It would be so easy.”,anywhere in the piece and (c)to make some kind of reference to the media prompt, which this week is a video for ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees.In case,this challenge interests you or you would like to read what others have written,click on this link http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/152-open/