The town guard of Golden Eye moved quickly gathering up the slavers and would be slaves alike.  Unlike the slaves who were being healed by the healers and given food; the slavers were being stripped of their weapons and tied to a caravan.

“Well that’s not a bad day’s work,” Drake commented to his mother, dropping the last slaver like a sack.

His mother, Samantha Storm, shook her head in regret.  “If we had paid more attention when they entered the bay.”

It was the bronze scaled half dragon’s turn to shake his head.  The town of Golden Eye was the closest town to the bays opening.  The opening was large enough for multiple large ships to pass at the same time.  The towns guard realized that a lot of smugglers were using the city of Blue Haven as a stop for there cargo.  With Blue Haven as a tourist and party town it fell to Golden Eye’s guard to watch to stop these illegal activities.  Built into the cliff walls on ether side was a guard station that, through magic and other means, watched for ships that might cause trouble.

“It’s not like you had those vampires to worry about,” Drake replied.  “What’s important is that we stopped these barbarians from taking these people and we have new ship to our fleet.  The only question is why northerns would come so far for a few woodsmen.”

“We will send a group of adventures to see,” Samantha said.  “In the meantime we will get these people to that floating tub and take them to Golden Eye.”

“Then I’ll grab Patrick and take him to his parents,” Drake nodded.  It was Patrick’s parents, two druids that watched over the forests of the area that warned Drake of the slavers and in turned warned Samantha.

“Alright, but remember that I’m having the Gestras over for dinner and I expect you to show up,” Samantha said, signaling one of her men over.  “And for heaven sake wash up, and wear a nice tunic.”

“Yes mom,” Drake said sadly, dropping his wings a little.  One of the slavers chuckled listening to the conversation.  With his mom’s back turned to him talking to her man, Drake grabbed the man’s head a forced it into the caravan with enough speed to leave a dent into the wood.  The slaver lost consciousness.

“Drake!” Samantha shouted, turning around at the sound of the impact.

The half dragon knew that tone.  “Patrick, let’s go,” Drake called out the young child.  Drake started to run to the cliff and Patrick was soon at his side.  With a helping claw, Drake put the child on his back.  Arms around his neck and a gentle tug signaled that half dragon the signal that Patrick was ready.  Drake jumped of the cliff and unfurled his wing to there full length.  Air soon filled the leather wings allowing for some glide time.  Drake folded his arms behind his back allowed Patrick a sit so he wouldn’t choke the half dragon as much.  With a flap of the wings Drake gained speed.

“Captain Storm seems really mad at you,” Patrick commented.

“Dad says that I have mom’s temper and she doesn’t like to be reminded of it,” Drake said with a grin, revealing his sharp teeth.  “But she said I have dad’s temper and doesn’t like to be reminded of it.”

“Drake, how are you a son of a dragon?” Patrick asked a very common question Drake received.

Drake took a breath and started the common answer.  “Well my mom was a tough fighter and adventurer.  She was fortunate to team up with a dragon on occasion.  Then one day she settled down when she found out she was pregnant with me.  She chose Bronze Bay where my grandfather on dad’s side guarded the area and dad took over.  Dad never stayed with mom but he was always there for me and taught me what I know about magic.  Not to be out done mom taught me all about fighting.  Now I help them watch over the bay.”

Patrick was quiet for a moment.  “No, I mean a dragon is so big and a human is so small.”

Drake’s wings missed a beat.  “AAAAHHHH! My mind, it burns!” Drake cried as he grabbed the side of his head.  Flying low and with his eye covered, Drake rammed face first into a large tree.  Reacting fast Drake grabbed Patrick and dug his free claw into the tree.

“Drake, are you alright?”

“No I’m not alright,” Drake said angrily.  “That is the last thing I want to dwell on.  How do you even know such things?”

Patrick looked innocently.  “I’m the son of druids; its common knowledge to me about...”

“Stop,” Drake interrupted, “I don’t want to talk about it.  Let’s just get you home.”