The Sapphire dragon wept...
His body heaved up and down as he lay sprawled out on the open plain, under the dusk sky. A march of ghosts rose up around him from the fetid ground. Eerie wisps of Grey men dressed in uniforms dancing and swaying in the wind. One large ivory claw pierced through the ground. And a ghastly spirit of a dragon pulled himself out of the earth. The ghost dragon rose, almost floating into the air and loomed over the living dragon. He decended and snarled in the living one's face.
The blue scaled dragon wept unceasing his body laid out on the grass, shaking with his sobs. He mourned, not seeing the dark creatures rising around him. Not hearing not seeing. As long white claws stretched out in front of his face. The ghost dragon raised his claws as his withering rotten maw stared into the blue dragon's soul. He whispered, "I am the manifestation, the wieght of your soul, I am born from your darkness, your foolishness. You carried your own to their death. I am their cry. What say you, Soracles?! He snarled. How do you atone for their blood?
Soracles the Blue opened his Sapphire eyes.
"How? How do you atone their Blood?!" The ghost dragon roared.
The Blue dragon cried bitterly heart wrenched in his chest. "How can I atone for their blood?" He whispered. "What have I done?"
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MindShots For Seraph
FantasyA collection of scenes from my head that may be used in Seraph. Just put out for testing and feedback. Please let me know if you feel I should continue writing a scene.
