Now Fafnir the War Dragon Chief was coming at the native dragons full bore,
intending to flame them out of the sky with his maw and that of his
999 brethren.
So he saw the enemy release Morgana and Georgina when they were only 90%
changed.
The 10% that remained were the 2 newbies wings.
Morgana and Georgina had fought the changes all the way,which had slowed down their transformation
somewhat.
So the natives ,fed up with the resistance,just let go of the 2 newbies and let them plummet towards the earth far far below.
Either Morgana and Georgina were going to desperately wish they were dragons,and grow their wings themselves,or they'd leave a few
tons of dragon goo smeared all over the landscape.
Neither Morgana or Georgina being particularly suicidal or attached to their
past humanity to the point of dying for it,
quickly forced their own wing growth as they tumbled towards
the earth,screeching and spitting fire as they fell.
Well Fafnir thought the one dragoness named Georgina looked interesting with her weak wing flapping,her gouts of
flamebreathing and screeching,so he decided to see if he could avoid he r apparent
crash landing.Folding his wings,he went into a steep dive.The rest of the squadron,seeing this,folded their wings and followed
their War Dragon Chief and squadron leader.
Down below,a do-gooder knight named Robert Locksley was shackled with the rest of the serf-slaves.
In the case of Robert,he'd caught a missionary zeal for rights and freedoms for all men,not just the
royals and the aristocrats.
He'd shown his Magna Carta to Uether Pendragon,who had responded by treating him like a common serf-slave for a month,to cool the young knights zeal for these dangerous notions in troubled times...