I stepped back not knowing what to think, I could never slay a dragon. Everyone was staring at me, they to did not know what to think, for again, they to knew I could never slay a dragon. The wizard presented the dagger, more beautiful than gold, but as deadly as the faint song I would soon hear if I did this, lying in my worn coffin, being laid down six feet under the evil soil that was once my home. The room was silent, and I did not know what was happening but my hands took that beautiful and deadly sight, and I laid it in my arms. The dagger is shining bright on my face reflecting my chance of hope and fear, but not that I had a chance. I then thought about how the earth was already dying, how what difference would it make if I was gone, for we all are destined for death. I took the dagger and ran, with my sister and Maxwell running behind me. I ran back to my home or at least what was left of it, and looked down at the dagger, wondering why I just took it, but then I knew why for it was my destiny, and destiny is inevitable. I ran up and faced the black dragon, and for some reason I was not afraid. His fierce nothingness was staring right at me. Though I ran to it and my feet felt like they were drifting, and I looked down, and they were no longer touching the ground, I was flying.
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The Adventure of Lauren Macrof
FantasíaWhen she is living in her boring life in Texas, she is wishing for adventure and never really thought about how adventure could be terrible, and dangerous. One night she wakes up to a strange rumbling sound and let's just say, it's not a pretty pict...
