This is a serial, first part HERE
Chapter 33: The Sugar Draggy Descends
Part of the problem with dragons is the sheer number of things that could be said to be a dragon. Another issue is that all dragons, no matter how weak they may be, and even beings that just have a little bit of dragon blood, like a not so humble carp have the potential to become mighty dimension crossing tyrants. Many would understand a dragon to basically be a flying lizard that breathes fire. They are all however much closer to fish than they are lizards. Still, wings, devastating breath and scales are common to the majority of dragons. Even if they do not have wings, they often can still fly. Such are the laws of dragons.
Doctor Bones would not have been at all surprised if the dragon above them had started out existence as a sugarcube with mind and will that had a drop of dragon’s blood fall on it. He wasn’t about to ask. He didn’t want to find out what kind of breath the dragon had.
<SPEAK TO ME, THE SWEETEST OF THEM ALL, TELL ME BLAND AND FEEBLE SUMMONERS, WHAT IS YOUR WILL? WHAT REQUIRES THE ENDLESS POWER OF PURE SUGARS?>
Now, given that dragons tend to be quite arrogant, you might wonder why on earth would such a being heed the call of a bunch of jelly tots, but you see, the key is in the nature of a Bidden.
Biddens are summons that can be called across dimensions, and unlike many beings that can be summoned at the behest of any who know the correct method, Biddens are bound into being a summon. A Bidden can exist in many dimensions at the same time, not only that, but they can even manifest in a single dimension multiple times.
The trade off is that a Bidden has very little and often no ability to act when not summoned. Indeed a Bidden usually has its time frozen when it becomes a Bidden. If one had a wound, one would remain alive and wounded until such a time that one escaped being a bidden. It is very rare for a bidden to change in power, and even rarer for a wound inflicted on a bidden to persist in future summonings.
It is exceedingly common for a being to have become a Bidden in a bid to avoid some dreadful fate.
The savage jelly tots chattered their grievances to Sugar Draggy with many bows, scrapes and general supplication. Miss Fern and Doctor Bones could not understand the words, but they got the intent. The tribesjellies wanted them purged with extreme sugary prejudice!
<HAHAHAHA DESPAIR BLAND MORSELS, FOR IN A MOMENT YOU’LL BE NAUGHT BUT SUPREMELY TASTEFUL CANDIES!>
Sugar Draggy raised his blocky head up, power gathered physically before it, growing as a crystal does and Doctor Bones put a hand into his spacial darkness to pull something out, while Miss Fern cowered behind him. Yet Dr. Bones did not end up taking anything out.
Instead the power of breath Sugar Draggy was gathering shattered and faded as flour in the wind. The mighty being doubled over in the air, as if in pain. It held forth a finger for a moment.
<HOLD A MOMENT BLAND MORSELS, MY AFFLICTION TROUBLES ME. YOU MAY FLEE, BUT BE ASSURED THAT YOU CANNOT ESCAPE, AND IF YOU WASTE MY TIME, YOUR ENDS WILL BE DIRE AND SOUR INDEED>
It was hard to tell, but Doctor Bones’ eyes were shining brighter than usual.
“To treat a Bidden… it can be done!”