Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 110

to have the nut job removed, he had a busy day ahead
of him and he couldn’t waste any more time on Mr.
Crazy-Pants. “What is the meaning of this?!” Mr.
Bonawitz thundered.
At first Daniel didn’t answer, he just simply looked
around at the gunslinger posters on the walls; tossing
his pen around in his hand. This pissed Ivan off even
more, no one ignored him, no one! Ivan’s face began
to turn a dark red as his blood heated up. Finally, as if
Ivan’s words had just found his ears, Daniel turned to
look at the angry man behind the desk.
“Just getting to the point,” Daniel said as he flipped
his pen around in his hand. “Ever hear the old saying,
‘the pen is mightier than the sword’?”
Ivan Bonawitz had enough of this nonsense; he
pushed his chair back and stood up ready to drag this
lunatic out himself. Daniel smiled and tossed his pen
higher, this time it became engulfed in flames. Ivan
watched in stunned silence as the once small pen
turned into a massive sword. Daniel gripped his blade
and took up a fighter stance; time to do business for
real now.
“My… My… ” Ivan said as he sat back down in his
chair and put out his cigar in the ash tray. “If it isn’t
a young slayer, I thought we killed all of you years
ago.”
“Seems you missed one,” Daniel said as he held firm.
Ivan smiled at the once weak looking man. “So the
stories are true?”
“You know your kind don’t hide too well? Always in
high places, always important people and the whole
smoke thing is a dead giveaway.”
Ivan’s grin became wider, making his face look like a
crocodile. “Seems your kind has managed to bend in
just fine.”
“I’m a survivor.”
Ivan folded his hands together on his desk and smiled

that reptilian’s grin. Now that the cat was out of the
bag, there was no need to hide anymore. This time
when Bonawitz exhaled, thick black smoke rolled out,
this always happened when dragons got mad or when
they were about to attack, just as Daniel thought this
Ivan made his move.
With superhuman speed Ivan jumped up and flipped
his large desk into the air. Papers, pens, ashtrays, and
coffee went soaring through the room. Daniel stayed
in form and swung his blade a single time. Ivan’s desk
spit in half like it was kindling; Daniel’s blade had
cut through it like it was butter. However this attack
was only the decoy, right behind the desk came a fire
ball. The flames engulfed Daniel and for a moment
his figure was lost in the inferno. When the fire died
off, Daniel was still standing in his fighting stance. He
was unharmed, minus his Goodwill suit. Now he had a
black workout shirt and shorts; they looked like Kevlar and obviously were fireproof. The last of the flames
danced along the length of his sword.
“As I live and breathe,” Ivan said. “Seems all the
rumours are true… the bastard son, half human-half
dragon, born of fire and flesh!”
“Yeah, y V