A brief exploration of an author in training - A series of very short stories

Foot Note - Super Short Story

With the biting taste of iron in his mouth, "Baba?" 

His father kicking around his massive hoard, bringing forward his healing wellspring from some dark, untouched corner. "Yes, my son." 

Alongside the physical pain, the emotional turmoil stings him, making his eyes water and causing his voice to crack, "Why do they hate us so?" 

The waters of the wellspring jump onto his father's hand, soothing only his sons' visible wounds and with an exasperated tone, " Because my son they..."

A thousand thoughts flow through his father before he gathers himself, trying to let go of the centuries of frustration once more and says, "Because, my child, our blood is gold. Our minds are platinum troves that they have engorged on. Our bones are precious silver. To the humans, we are nothing more than commodities they only see us as property."

His father feels as if he should have lied, but how can he? His little boy is being brutalised. The least he can do in this unjust world is tell his son the truth. 

"We are the wealth of nations that they stole from the homelands," says his father with tears in his eyes for all dragon kind...

An extract from The Rise of Dragons: A true telling of the revolution, written in human blood after the fall of humanity. As a reminder of the horrors that they dealt with them. For there is no greater measure of society's worth than how they treat children, especially those not here own.