Peasant Romance the Last Dragon's Heart Locket

the Last Dragon got a Lost Heart

I push through the crowd, only to see a large muscly man throwing pinch after punch to a smaller unmoving one.

My eyes widen. What on hell's earth is happening here!? I'm not Christian per say, but I swear this beating here could bring someone straight to the firey pits of hell! My body reacts before my mind does, however, because the second I thought of those words, I was already throwing myself between the two.

What first overcame my senses now so up close to them was the stench.

The muscled man stank of a strong scented cologne. I wanted to pinch my nose but fought through it.

The second sense was the pain.

A fist was careening towards me. No stopping. I don't think he had any idea I was standing there. His eyesight must be bad. He does, after all, look a bit old.

The veined fist hits me square me in the jaw, knocking my whole, small, frail, weak body backwards. I'm falling. Off the edge of the cliff. His fist hit me so hard, I flew through the air. I open my eyes and let a deranged wail out. My face contorts. My dirty finger nails brake my skin from how hard I'm clenching my fists. Blood trails down them, dripping through the air as I flail.

My thoughts spiral. Who is this man? Can I trust him to catch me? What if chooses I'm not worth his time? After all, I am just some girl who got in the way... Am I going to meet my demise? My doom, at this party in which I only planned because I'm gonna tear down this very mountain I'm flying off right now? I'm never going to be able to feel the vibration of the wrecking ball crashing through the stone and rock of this devil hill. The devil made this mountain. I know it. It's named after him anyways. St. Lucifer Christian School Rocky Sky Toucher.

A school sits near the bottom but it's long been abandoned... or from I know. I graduated from there years ago. Don't look down there, therefore I don't see what's happening, therefore I assume now it's abandoned. Don't think I'm gonna either before crashing my wrecking ball into it. So what if the school isn't actually abandoned and I only made that up in my own mind to comfort myself from the trauma I've survived. If it no longer exists in my mind, it shouldn't in the real world either.

The air whips my long hair in front my face. I lose my sight. My blue sky orbs scan the faces of those around me desperately. They don't do anything. It's as if they're only manikins, holding their phones up, frozen. Completely still. Unusually still. Who are these people? I thought I accidentally invited some gays! I'm an ally!! Why aren't they saving me?

A single tear slips down my cheek. I'm going to die. I'm going to fly off this mountain and they're gonna have to put my gravestone there. Right on the side of the mountain, on top of my corpse that'll be buried under the avalanche that'll occur because of amount of force my body will hit the rocks.

Suddenly. A lanky arm lashes out, harshly grabbing hold of my forearm, and pulling me into their muscled pecks which feel like so sturdy against my palms that I mistake them for my rock hard mattress at home, believing I'd just died and this was the afterlife, reliving of old painful memories again. The thought trail ends quickly. The power of air dynamics changing causes me to come crashing into him. We topple over, rolling through the dirt. We dont stop. I forgot we're on the top of a mountain and if we begin to roll in any direction, we're gonna roll off the edge since it only comes to a very pointy tip and the whole party, everyone has been holding onto the greenery, trying to keep their balance yet dance freaky at the same time. Even the DJ had to build their own platform that extends off the side to be able to bring the official beats.

A voice then whispers to me. Not the man beneath me, but one inside me. It pulls me in. My eyesight unfocuses. Fantasy blurs with reality.

In desperation, I grab this unknown man's face and bring it to mine. Our skin millimeters apart only, I look into his orbs despite the debris of the tiny rocks flying into them, and notice for the first time how somehow, the strong cologne that he wears matches the unparallel color of his eyes. A deep yet brilliantly bright red scorches through my soul and imprints on my mind. I blink it away but store it in my mental list for later.