"Please let me go." Marie said, putting her hands up in defense and trying to calm the dragon desperately. She really didn't want to become this dragons next meal.
"Why would I let you go when it would be more fun to keep you here?" He said moving towards her, she grabbed at the hunter knife her father had given her and clutched it tightly.
"Who are you?" She asked him trying to stall for as long as she could. "I'm Marie Saye but you probably have never heard of me before." He gave a little chuckle and nodded.
"I'm Knucker, I'm surprised you haven't heard of me. But I have heard of you, daughter of the great hunter." He said flicking his forked tongue out and pointing at the book. "Now you know my name, go on find me, read it to me." He demanded from her. She fished out a book of her father's from her back and rapidly flipped paged until she found him. She caught her breath and her blood ran cold.
"K-Knucker, Old English legend name of a kind of serpentine, winged water dragon that attacks with venom or constriction, derived from the Anglo-Saxon word nicor, meaning "water monster." she recited from the book. He let out a booming chuckle.
"You may need to fix your book as I am far from a legend." He said with a toothy grin. "Now, hoping you haven't soiled yourself in my presence you might be wondering why I'm still talking to you and not eating you."
"Actually, yes, I have wondered that." Marie stated. She moved to stand in a more defensive pose, ready for the dragon. He smiled and walked closer to the small girl, his glowing golden eyes watching her.
"You know of the laws that were foretold about the slaughter of dragons and masters. I need to find a master that is strong enough to suit me so that I can protect myself better." He said pointing a finger at her, "And you seem like someone that would fit that, seeing you did come from one of the greatest hunters."
"And how do you know I won't kill you?" She asked him. He winked at her,
"Because as of right now you are a coward, I can smell the fear on you, every dragon could. It's hard not to." He said to her. She blushed in embarrassment but did not falter her stance. "But yet, you stay, unmoved and keeping a clear mind about you. That is what I need, someone who won't lose their head."
"What if I don't want you to be my dragon?" She asked, she regretted the question as soon as she asked it. It was suicidal to challenge a dragon's choices.
"Well I don't see how you would have much choice in the matter as I am going to fight you know and if you're destined to be mine then I win but if you're not... Well at least I will have a full stomach." He said to her. She barley had enough tine to move as the man changed into a red colored dragon with a long, serpent body, sharp wings and charged her.