Young Writers Society

The wet sand seeped over Zoltar’s paws as he stood on the desolate grey beach, staring at the towering pillars in front of him. Ghost white mist twisted around the gnarled columns like sea serpents as the clumps of mussels gleamed like black ebony. The air was damp and cold, with the over powering stench of salt. Teal blue waves lapped at the beach, sucking at the pebble grey sand. Eerie wailing howls echoed through the maze, bouncing off the towering pillars of rock and into Zoltar’s keen ears.

It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago he'd been standing in his cave explaining to Shiraku and Felistia why he'd come to the island. Luckily, after a bit of a shouting and a dash around the cave, Felistia, Shiraku and Emerald had agreed to work together with him to get off the Misty Mountain Island. Now after gathering a few camouflage roots for Emerald and some of the herbs that had been used to heal his wings, Zoltar stood on the south side of the island preparing to cross the Misty Maze.

“Oooo. I don’t like this place,” Emerald shivered nervously as her scales shifted from  to a dappled mix of umber and granite grey spots to match the background.

"But it's just a bit of mist and I know the way through, so we won't get lost," Zoltar explained, cocking his head.

"Yes, but the Shang Fu are in there. They create the mist, so that my scales can't change colour. When I am in the maze I'm completely defenceless. I really don't want to go in," Emerald shivered, her scales a rolling mass of lemon yellows and pearl greys.

“I know you don’t, but we have to get through the maze to reach Megalonia,” Zoltar said, placing his wing on Emerald to comfort her and added while looking straight into her shaking eyes, “I promise I’ll protect you.”

Emerald smiled, but Zoltar could still see that she was worried. He knew that it was hard for her to go in there knowing that her scales would be useless.

“What colour will your scales be when you enter the maze?” Zoltar asked, glancing around him.

“Grey,” Emerald replied, her voice shaking.

“Oh come, on it’ll be alright. There’s four of us, the chance that a Shang Fu will jump at you is slim,” Felistia said, trying to sound confident, "If anyone is going to get attacked, it's Shiraku with her ridiculously bright scales."

"Hey! I like my scales and I don't appreciate you making rude comments about them. Besides the Shang Fu wouldn't be able to see me if I could swim through the maze," Shiraku whined, trailing her talons in the shallow surf.

Zoltar rolled his eyes, this was the third time today the sea talon had brought this up and it was really starting to drive him nuts, “For the last time Shiraku, you can’t swim in the water. The Shang Fu will drag you down and rip you to shreds like a pack of demented piranhas.”

Shiraku snorted, thrashing her tail and sending a shower of cold sea water over Zoltar while muttering, "I eat piranhas for breakfast."

Zoltar gritted his teeth. Shiraku was the bane of his life at the moment. Everything he said, she argued with. Honestly.

“Come on we best get going. We should try to reach the continent before nightfall. Flying over the ocean at night isn't pleasant,,” Zoltar said, thinking of the dangerous sea creatures springing from the watery depths as he spread his billowing black wings and leapt into the afternoon air. He could hear Emerald and the others following close behind as they travelled into the hazy pillars.

The dark ocean was still as crystal under their wings, not a ripple disturbed the perfect surface. Columns of rock appeared out of nowhere and Zoltar had to swerve violently to avoid flying into them. Their wing beats seemed far too loud and appeared to echo out into the mist.

“Halfway there,” Zoltar called as softly as he could over his shoulder. Felistia nodded and whispered it back to Emerald and Shiraku. Shiraku was strangely quiet and her deep blue eyes kept darted from the still water below to Zoltar and back again. All of them where on edge, waiting for something to break the deathly silence.

Emeralds scales were ash grey and shimmered slightly in the dim light sifting through the swirling mist. Zoltar slowed down so that she could fly next to him. Her eyes were wide with terror and she was shaking slightly.

“It’s alright Emerald, I won’t let anything hurt you. If they try I’ll rip them to shreds and feed them to the fishes,” Zoltar growled, trying to ease Emerald's fear.

“Thanks Zoltar, but I can’t help being scared. Eversince I was a little dragonet I was taught to never to go near the maze. The wisp talons would sit together on moonlit nights and tell tales of the creatures in the maze, truly terrifying tales filled with fear and death. It’s in my nature to be scared of the maze,” Emerald replied, scanning the pillars with wild eyes.

Zoltar followed her gaze and stopped on something clinging to a far column. It was hard to spot in the haze, but as they neared there was no doubt about it, there was something there. He felt Emerald stiffen, she must have seen it too.

“It’s a Shang Fu,” she gasped, faltering in the air, “I just know it’s a Shang Fu.”

Zoltar hated to admit it, but it did look like one of those dreadful reptiles. Claws of terror started to scrape across his stomach and an urge to flee raced through his veins. 'No. Not again,' Zoltar shook himself, trying to keep his cool. He glanced back at the three dragons behind him. These were his friends and probably the only ones he'd ever have. They'd be helpless if he left them now and even if they did make it through the maze, they'd never trust him again. No. He had to stay with them and lead them through the mist. “I don’t think it’s spotted us yet. If we fly around it I think we might be able to escape unnoticed,” Zoltar whispered to Emerald who looked quite pale with fright.

“Guys,” Zoltar called quietly to the others, “Be as silent as possible.”

For a second Zoltar thought they hadn’t heard him, but then they nodded their heads and flew closer to him, almost gliding their wings beats were so small. Silent as ghosts the four dragons floated passed the still figure. Zoltar’s heart was in his throat and cold sweat streamed down his scales as he crept through the air.

Suddenly the Shang Fu snapped its crocodile head in their direction. Its yellow eyes burning holes through the mist like search lights.

“Get behind a pillar,” Zoltar hissed, his voice ringing with urgency. Everyone obeyed instantly, scrambling as quietly as possible for shelter. They ducked behind a large column and held their breath, clinging to the rough rock with trembling talons.

Zoltar’s heart drummed in his ears and he was shaking from nerves. Emerald next to him was looking quite faint with fright.

“Why don’t we attack it? There’s only one of them,” Shiraku hissed, peeping out from behind the pillar. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement and her tail was lashing back and forth like a whip.

“No,” Zoltar said firmly, dragging her back, “That’s a lookout. All the others are probably waiting for him to sound the alarm. One howl from that creature and the whole pack will come running. We’ll wait for him to look the other way, then we’ll keep moving.”

For what seemed like hours they waited, jumping at every screech or splash, but eventually the Shang Fu shifted it's menacing gaze away from them.

“Come on,” Zoltar whispered and gently leapt off the rock and swooped to the next pillar like a sugar glider. The other’s closely followed as they glided through the maze away from the Shang Fu. The coils of mist were cold against their wings as they sped through the gnarled pillars, expecting a Shang Fu to jump out from every corner.  

After a few minutes of racing through the mist Zoltar saw day light ahead, the warm glow bursting through the thick fog and calling them forward and out of danger.