It's now or never. It's either get this kill, or go hungry. I sat there waiting, bow in hand, for any beast that dares to cross my path.
Suddenly, I heard a loud rustling coming directly from my left. I snapped around and knocked an arrow.
It was a small lizard like creature, with gleaming red scales, and leathery, almost bat-like wings. I could tell right away what it was, a little dragon pup, probably less than a year old. I knew I needed to kill it, as we are really low on food, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
So, we just sat there studying each other, waiting for the other to make a move. The dragon made a small noise that sounded almost like a kitten. It started taking small steps towards me. For some reason, I didn't move. The dragon was now a mere six inches from me. Now going against every survival instinct I have in my body, I picked the dragon up.
It was a strange feeling, holding the dragon. It was much softer than I expected. It must not have fully developed it's scales yet. It had slightly sharp claws, but they were too dull to do any harm. The dragon seemed to like me, and I liked it right back.
I hugged it close to my body. "Man," I thought, "it's been so long since I have felt true compassion for something." However for some reason, I felt it for this dragon.
I think the dragon fell asleep, because after holding it for a good 5 minutes, I started hearing little sounds. It's chest was moving up and down in short even breaths. Then once again, against every survival instinct I have in my body, I put the dragon into my hunting bag and took off towards home.
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The Hildaria Chronicles: Book 1 Shattered
FantasiHello son. Those two words. The two words that changed me. The two words that changed everything. *Note* Thank You for reading my story! I have plans to hopefully upload at least 1 chapter per week, but I can't make any promises. If you liked it, o...
