The man kept his eyes on me, without any sign of stopping. I looked into his eyes and stared, deeply, trying to get a sense of him or of what he was doing and why he was doing it. I wanted to know, to understand, what was so important that he needed this dragon dead.
He came within feet of me, then realized I was not budging and skidded to stop. Dust flew up, blocking my view and I closed my eyes to keep the dirt out. I slowly peeled my eyes open and peered through the clearing between the rubble. There he was, sword drawn, staring at me as if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.
I straightened, chin up, eyes staring. I looked at him, and he looked back.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?!"
"Why must you kill this dragon!?" I shot.
"Answer me, I command you!"
"I said, why must you kill this dragon!" I started getting impatient, I felt the anger course through my veins and I had the urge to lunge at him.
I looked back, the dragon at a battle ready stance. We were both ready to fight. And even though I had a dragon on my side, the man had a sharp and deadly weapon, made for war.
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Dreaming Away
FantasyAfter 14 year old Lily drifts off to sleep in the middle of another one of Mr. Sheplands' long Ancient History talks, she finds herself waking up to, a rather surprising, sight! She finds that, not only is she no longer in her classroom anymore, but...
