The Dragons

They are coming in again.

“Ernie, I need another drink.  He said as he looked at the cat Laying on his satchel of tricks.  It appeared there weren’t any tricks in the satchel at this time that would ward off Dieter.  Pronounce Dee Tah.  Not Dee ter.  People pronouncing this Dee ter will be kicked to death by an Antifa squad!  Ernie gave him the bottle again.  He took a swig and listened as the woosh of Dieter’s wings thrashed through the air.  The hut shook. The air inside pulsed followed by a flash of yellow orange heat.

He couldn’t help it.  He loved Dieter and Dieter knew it. Dieter loved him.  However, both of them would have no qualms about killing each other if necessary but Dieter needed Anton so there was no fucking way Dieter would vaporize his hut.  Another woosh and a blast of air sending the fishermen on the shore into the sea.

Anton on the other hand loved Dieter and Dieter was like family even more so than his father who called him a dumb shit and a worthless bastard.  Dieter was like Anton’s son.

Aber ich liebe Dieter.  He cried with out stretched arms as Dieter fell wingless into the abyss

[It looks like our hero’s name is Anton.  Wendy’s name will be Mischa.  So it would appear that our names will be Russian.   By the way Wendy, you are the super super hero in this story]