The Dragons

The end

Eventually, a single red dragon pulled himself out of the box. Wings torn, noticeably crumpled.

It collapsed to the floor and did not move again. As life went out of it, it's body unfolded in a single piece of paper bearing a letter only three letters long:

War. Goodbye , friends.

Over the next six weeks, the box became a miniature collapse. Columns of flames burst from within over and over, hot enough to melt steel, taller than a man. Distant roars sounded from deep inside. It spew out shreds of torn paper, crumpled paper balls and their lifeless bodies , and distant roars can be heard every now and then. The torn papers slowly got lesser , and suddenly it did not spew out torn paper but pieces of dragon parts and scraps of flesh and tissues.

And then, for seven long months. The box laid dormant. When a message finally did arrive, for the first time since the box got into the foundation possession, it came without a messenger. They found it lying in a box, words blurred and stained with blood. It read:

Are you still out there, friends? We miss you dearly. Fantasy is no longer safe. The orgres are dead, the trolls are dead.. everybody who have not fled is dead. we destroyed our portal for the greater good. I hope that eventually, we will meet again. We will cherish this thought .

After the researchers read the message, the box began to deteriorate , the dragons seemed to be holding on to a ember of hope, but it did not stop the smoke from rising out of the box one final time, or the box from the sagging and at last, collapsing. It did not stop the cardboard from charring through, crumbling away in small black- edged holes. It did not stop the words"HERE BE DRAGONS" from burning away forever.But not even that precious flame, lingering ember could not burn forever. After one more period of waiting, entertaining the last hollow hope, the dragons let go. The foundation received one final message from the box: a papyrus scroll. Most of it was covered with a montainous landscape filled with large trees and waterfalls.

In the distance , here was what appeared to be a single dragons, fling towards horizons. In the bottom right corner, written a black ink, were their paring words:

Master says that we won't see you again. We are sad that we cannot share them any longer.Master said that we have to go. He says hat we need o make a new fantasy.He says that you cannot be a par of it. We are sad. We love you We will never forget you. We are scared. Will you forget us?

As soon as the scroll was removed from the box, water started to leak out from the cardboard. It seemed to wash away he fire and burns; to cleanse the scars of war. Within three minutes, the entire box had been restored to it's original shape and the salt water receded. The box had been returned to it's original state. Except the marker was gone, as i sat there.

Suddenly, as though a trail of invisible markers dancing on the side of the cardboard.It wrote: The dragon were here!"      As the box laid there.... motionless

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