I applogize for all the grammar and spelling mistakes, this text was translated from Swedish.
Confused over the sudden activity in the underbrush that grew at the side of the path I slowed down Grayflower to a short pace. Vittfare, the old and eccentric wizard that had joined me on my latest travels scratched his white hair in bewilderment. He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind just as the first dragon jumped out on the path ahead of us.
Vittfare chuckled, and said. “Here you have your dragon, Jorge, the one you’ve been looking for so long.” I gave him a leveled look and turned my attention back to the, now two, dragons that stood and watched us with an expression that reminded me of a starved dwarf.
“And now you have another one.” Vittfare said sarcasticly and then added an “eh?” An “eh” that he somehow always managed to end his sentences with and that during my travels with the wizard had made me a little annoyed both one and two times.
The underbrush rustled once more and out on the path jumped another five tiny dragons, all of them watching us with their hungry and alert reptilian eyes. Vittfare turned towards me and chuckled again. “Cocky bastards aren’t they; it looks like they want to eat us, eh?” I was inclined to agree but neither me nor Vittfare saw the small dragons as something we had to take seriously so we exhorted our horses once more and moved onwards.
Just as we passed the seven tiny dragons the underbrush around the patch rustled once more. I scanned the surroundings, wondering what was going on. It didn’t take long before my question was answered. Out on the path both in front and behind us jumped the tiny dragons, their hungry yellow eyes fixed on the two of us. There where almost fifty of them and now we saw the dragons in a completely different light. One of the dragons where probably not more dangerous than a small dog, even ten of these dragons would not be a large threat. But fifty dragons in this size, all with razor sharp teeth would indeed be a big threat and a problem.
In a moment they had us surrounded, sweat started to trickle down my forehead and just as Vittfare started to gesture and mumble something incomprehensible in the magic tongue the lead dragon hissed loudly and all the dragons attacked at once. They were everywhere, some went for the horses who shrieked in panic, others attacked me and Vittfare with their razor sharp teeth, claws and horns. I stabbed with my sword and kicked the ones that got too close but without any noticeable difference, every time I had got rid of one dragon it was replaced with a new one. Blood from me, Vittfare and the horses mixed on the ground and I thought sadly that this is the end.
I do not know what made them stop attacking us and quickly disappear into the underbrush. Maybe the dragons realized that we weren’t so easily defeated or maybe it was Vittfare’s powerful magic. Or even a combination of the two, but what I do know is that that night Vittfare and me had many wounds to take care of, on us both and our brave horses.
After the encounter with this mini dragon I decided that I wanted to investigate their origin. The Droktile is a miniature of a race of dragons that for a long time has been gone from Trudvagn. This race was called Droker, the lost ones. The Droker, like their cousins where suited for a life above ground, but for some reason they started to instead search their way underground. Some theories points towards that they did this after being nearly brought to extinction by their much larger cousins, the Logedragons. The Droker lived from whatever they could find in the underground caverns deep beneath Trudvagn, over the eons and ages they shrank and their minds became more of that of a beast. For an unknown reason these beasts have now returned to the surface. The creature that now see the sun raise over the horizon is nothing like the one that choose to leave the world beneath the sky.