User blog:The Mask Master/A small fiction work I wrote; incomplete

Sir Deltus the mighty
"...At a certain point in time, there was a proud race known for it's draconic heritage, Astounding wings, their gray blue skin, and their taste for human flesh. However, after fifty years of their rain, they all disguised themselves, adapting human forms and went into hiding in plain sight. nobody knows how many there are, but they always seemed to have a quote that they once used to be sure they were not human. 'Kalence, Vatekt, selt Caltazar!' they would say. nobody has ever known what it meant..."

Sir Deltus got up, putting his book down. It was time to hunt. He grabbed his Armour, Great bow, Spear, and then proceeded to leave camp. He did not see anything for miles, which would be a bad sign, however, he felt at peace like this. No threats, all peace... However, he knew that it would not keep this way for long, and moved on, to far less friendly grounds. He knew what dwelt here. Dragons, for one, which were his preferred game., and also wraiths, werewolves, griffons, and, of course, other hunters, who wished to be the greatest, no matter the cost. However, they were rare. He thought about that one time he killed another hunter. It did not feel what one would call 'good' to kill one, and yet... He had these strange... Urges whenever he saw the corpse. He had already pillaged what loot the body had. What more did he seem to want from it? All of these thoughts stopped once he heard a roar. a dragon, no doubt it was close. He instantly slammed his spear into the round, and Armour of ice coated his own Steel plating, in which he ran for the hunt. He noticed another hunter was already fighting it. And yet, he was not phased even slightly by the concept that this hunter might be more experienced then him. As he ran over, the hunter turned to him, and said "Hello there! You're still human, right?" before being pinned down by the massive lizard.

If any response come from Deltus, it was a slight nod.

"Then you're an ally! Give me a hand, would ya?"

Deltus thought this sounded fair, and lunged up at the Dragon. With a skull shattering CRUNCH, he punched it. It got up for a moment, stunned, before being stabbed several times by the other hunter. Deltus noticed the spear he was holding. it was covered in a mixture Highly effective against such beasts. It fatally poisoned the thing almost instantly, in which it flew up into the air, faltered, then crashed into one of the massive ravines scouring the area. The other hunter smiled. Now that Deltus had a good look at him, he noted his features, in case they met again. A bald head, Reinforced plated leather Armour, a large shield with the emblem of an eagle on it, and, of course, his spear.

"Call me Patcher." Said the hunter.

"Sir Deltus."

"Ah, I'll be sure to remember that name... Let's head to the corpse, shall we?"

As the they approached, Patcher looked down, and looked very, very exited.

"I still can't comprehend how we'd get back up, however, it's in pretty good condition, though! you should have a look at the treasure!"

As Deltus began to look down, however, he felt someone kick him from behind. And, as he fell, he suddenly knew who had done it. It was Patcher! Deltus knew his true scheme now.

"I hardly even care about the dragon compared to you! I wish I'd thought of it when I first saw you!!! It's the trinkets It's going to be the trinket's I'll be stealing from your corpse! That's the real treasure!"

and with that, Patcher began laughing as he walked off, presumably to await Deltus starving to death. Deltus knew he had to find a way out somehow...

That's all I've got for the momment, so... Yeah. I am hoping to make more! I'd love it if you guys sent your thoughts/suggestions in the comments!