Modern Dragons: Ash

Prologue

My name is Soren. Six months ago volcanoes erupted around the world. A million or so died from the eruptions. Scientists were baffled as to how it could have happened. Refugee camps were created to house survivors until help could arrive. A month after the eruptions refuge camps started to disappear. Since the areas were so desolated, there was no evidence left behind from who ever or what ever killed them.

Three months ago the first one was spotted. It was near the border of Minnesota. It wasn't anything large. About as big as a car. It fled back towards Mt. St. Helens.

These sightings grew more common. Many were poorly documented and were thought only as rumors in torn countries. Oh, if only we knew.

A week ago is when the attacks began. It seemed almost coordinated. The dragons went for the major cities. New York, Tokyo, London. Billions died. Governments reacted quickly as expected. They shot them down one by one. The ones they took out were only children, the size of cars. That only made it worse.

The older ones came on behind. They were larger, slower than the younger ones, but carried more armor in their scales. The bullets ricocheted off their scales not giving any effect. Jets took out many with their limited rockets. Once they ran out of ammunition, the planes were taken out as well.

At one point the winged beasts flew away, we thought we were winning. Then we saw why they were retreating. It was the parent's turn.

The beast was miles outside of the city. It stood stories tall. Half a mile long. A flap of its wings flattened outlying neighborhoods and trees all around it.

Our military retreated. No orders were even given to. They just did. The dragon waltzed into the city. Pushing aside buildings as though the were nothing. Now it lives there.

And the rest of us? Well...

We hide.

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