[felcin]: 577.The Komodo Kronicles.Chapter One

Once upon a time a Komodo dragon fell (or got pushed – we don’t know which) into a barrel of toxic jam – apricot in flavour - and grew wings.
Whilst exploring the full use of wings, he didn’t recognise the potential disaster of the looming wall coming towards him at an alarming fast speed.

SPLAT!

After being scraped off the wall with a spatula, Kog, our friendly Komodo dragon (WITH WINGS!) was asleep one night in his favourite bed. As a matter of fact his only bed, when he received an urgent late night calls.
“Hello” said Kog as he picked up the phone.
“Mr. Kog?” Replied the caller.
“Yes” said Kog, bemused as to why someone had called him at such a late hour.
“I heard you’re the Komodo dragon with wings?” he said this, followed with a chuckle. Kog glanced at his favourite bedside clock, as a matter of fact, his only bedside clock, but that’s beside the point. It was 2.36 in the morning.
“Yes, yes I am” answered Kog, “but what do you want from me?” he asked in a slightly whimpering voice from lack of sleep.
“I’m coming to meet you in fifteen minutes.” Kog heard a click and then ‘the person you called has hung up, please replace the receiver.’
Kog frowned wondering why this person called him in the middle of the night and what was so important that he was going to meet him at 2.54am?
He hauled himself out of his comfy bed and stumbled in to his equivalent of a bathroom. He washed his face and made himself ready for his visitor.
The visitor knocked on the door at precisely 2.54.01am.
Kog edged towards the door clutching his frying pan. He wrenched the door open.
“There be no need for that Mr. Kog.” Said the visitor with a jovial smile. He barged past Kog into the makeshift living room. As Kog lowered his frying pan and closed the door, he enquired:
“Who are you?”
The visitors’ eyes shifted and came to rest upon contact with Kog’s. The visitors’ eyes were a steely black which seemed to suck in all the light in the room.
“I am your worst nightmare,” he paused, “no, scrap that. I am just Me.” He paused again, “I am… Julius Caesersalad, and I am here to ask if you will do your country a great favour.”
(Cue suspensive music)
“What do you mean?” frowned Kog
“ Do you like the freedom we have at the moment?” question Caesersalad.
“Um,” Kog hesitated and looked confused, he’d never really thought about it before. But replied with a positively “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Good.” Smiled Caesersalad, “so you wouldn’t mind doing a, uh, little mission for me then?”
“What do you mean mission?” Kog asked suspiciously.
Caesersalad looked at Kog with a sombre expression. “I’m going to get right to the point, but first let me find a sharp stick.”
Kog ignored the terrible pun as Caesersalad continued.
“A secret organisation known as the ‘chicken dippers’ are plotting to take over the land of Komodina (the land of our Kog) they are planning to re-animate dead chickens, and use their corpses for their evil army of world domination and we believe you are the one that can stop this from occurring.
“But why me? Why do you think that I can do this? I am just a common everyday Komodo dragon that just happens to have wings, but that’s beside the point.”
“Anyway,” said Caesersalad “we believe you are the only one that can do this because our prophets, shikituckyourshirtsin, predicted that in out greatest time of need someone would come from a barrel of toxic apricot jam and save us from the brink of destruction.”
“That’s oddly specific,” commented Kog.
“Yes, the prophets are like that.” Grinned Caesersalad as he glanced at the two mutations protruding from Kog’s back. Kog followed Caesersalads’ eyes to the point where Caesersalad was staring.
He was looking at his wings.
Yes, granted he was probably the only Komodo dragon with wings, but there was still one vital problem. “But I am just one Komodo dragon. I’m not a hero, how can I possibly help?”
“Oh, you may not be a hero now,” said Caesersalad as he stood up and walked to the door, “but with training…” Caesersalad opened the door. Kog looked uneasy.
“What are you doing?” asked Kog
“We’re going.” Replied Caesersalad
“Where?” queried Kog
“To Reptila.” Answered Caesersalad. Kog of course had heard of Reptila, as had all the residents of Komodina. It was the capital of Komodina. It was a vast sprawling metropolis of technology and wonder, famous for its political and military presence.
“Why are we going there?” asked Kog
“We’re going back to where I work.” Caesersalad told Kog
“Why?” Kog was beginning to get frustrated.
“We’re going to make you into a hero.”

End Of Part One