The artwork used is “Shhhhhh…” by Erak note, found here: https://i.imgur.com/m61Pkpz.jpg
“They’re following you,” he said even as he looked over his shoulder.
The pouring rain blurred his vision. He pulled out a cloak from his satchel and wrapped it around himself.
The tiny dragon trilled and stared at him with wide, curious eyes.
“They’ll be after me too, if they see I’ve spared your life,” he said.
He slowly reached out to touch the dragon’s head. It flinched and squirmed away from him like a cat, breaking the egg in the process. The dragon looked down at the mess it had made, and at the small bits of eggshell clinging to its leathery wings – it seemed genuinely surprised at what it had done.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he reached out once more, “I’m not a knight – I mean, I want to be-“
The dragon turned its head to one side.
“Look, it’s complicated, all right? Right now I’ve got to get you someplace safe.”
He held out part of his cloak, and the dragon slowly crept toward it.
“That’s it,” he urged, “little bit more.”
He checked over his shoulder again. In the distance he saw the glow of what could only be the torches of the pursuing hunting party.
The dragon touched the inside of the cloak, and seeing that it was dry it curled up in it like a hammock.
“Right,” he said, “let’s go.”
The man scooped up the dragon in his arms and hurried off down the muddied path; he knew it well enough, but the rain and the sheer panic of being chased…
“It’s like I’ve never been here before in my life!” he thought.
He felt a warmth coming from the small dragon, and that gave him a bit of comfort in the cold. As they neared the crest of a slope, he saw the bottom the valley – and more importantly, smoke, rising from the fireplace of the only house in the valley.
He let out a sigh of relief; he didn’t look back as he made his way down the muddy slope, into the rocky valley, and finally to the door of Morwen, the only woman this side of Midpeaks who knew how to care for a dragon.
“We’ll be safe here for the night,” he said to the dragon.
The dragon was fast asleep in his cloak as he knocked on the door, and did not stir when Morwen let them in, and he put him down next to the fireplace.
“Now then,” said Morwen when they’d sat down across from one another, “where in the name of all that is good and magic in this world did you find a baby dragon?”
See more of Erak’s artwork here: https://www.artstation.com/erak
This prompt was found on the subreddit r/writingprompts here: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/griffq/ip_please_be_quiet/
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