The little boy sat on the floor staring at the dragon with a fascinated look plastered on his face, he smiled at the dragon and the creature groan. the great dragon has a lot of regret and even in his prison he still found a way of adding more things to his very long list of regret and one of those things was giving the little boy a tongue, now he just won't shut up.
"so you won't eat me?"
"no"
"don't I look delicious?"
"no"
"is it because I'm skinny?"
"no"
"do you like me?"
"no"
The dragon blew hot air through his nose, he can't create fire, the chains are enchanted to not only keep him in this abyss but to also curb his powers
"do you not like me?" the kid asked
"no..yes" the dragon groaned again seeing what the mischievous little brat has done with his words
"so you like me" the little boy smiled "I like you too dragon".
Few minutes passed of silence, the dragon has never been more grateful for the gift of silence but it was short-lived as the little boy looked up at the dragon
"do you have a name?" the little boys eyes sparkled with excitement waiting for the dragon to answer
"no"
"can I call you dragon?" the little boy giggled excitedly as the dragon wished he could just turn this little chatter box into a pile of ash.
"it's just me and you dragon" the little boy said as he stood on shaky legs and hugged the dragon. his tiny skinny little arms snaking around the dragon's neck "we'll be friends for life". The dragon hated a lot of things and high up on the list of things the dragon hate is being touched but the little boy was warm, he had a warmth the creature hasn't felt in a long time in his lonely prison so he let the little boy hug him to his heart content, just this once.
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The great dragon stared down at the little boy curled up on the stone floor, he couldn't tell how long since the little boy was thrown into this well of stone. he knew the boy was dying, he could smell it.
"am I going to die dragon?" the little boy asked
"yes"
"do you like me?"
"no"
"it's just me and my dragon. roar dragon" giggled the little boy. the dragon let out a strained groan in annoyance, he hate this little chatter box, he was the worse company but he was his little chatter box.
"my mama told me only good boys go to heaven. am I a good boy?, do you think I will get into heaven?"
"wherever you go, you will be happy" said the dragon as the boy shivered from the cold night. the dragon watched his every movement
"then I won't go anywhere" the little boy said slowly
"why?" asked the dragon
"because I am happy with you" the dragon could hear the happiness in the little boy's voice
"this is the longest you have spoken to me" chuckled the little boy "I'm glad"
"what is your name?" the dragon asked the little boy as he saw the life leaving him. he knew he couldn't do anything, there was nothing he could do to stop his end.
"iustus"
"my name is Arthur" said the dragon as the little boy draws shallow breath
"Arthur" whispered the little boy barely audible as he took his last breath. the silence the dragon wished for came in full speed surrounding the stone well
"you are a good boy iustus"
The dragon had known pain long before he met the little boy, he understood life and death. he felt nothing. he was numbed to it all. the dragon didn't shed a tear, not for himself. not for the little boy. not for iustus.
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The stone well glitters in the moon light like the cloud had rained glitter on it. The little boy not so little anymore stood by the well with tears glistering in his eyes, his hand touched the stone well as he let the tears fall. he was happy. Before he was thrown into the well to be dragon food, he was alone, he had known hardship, pain, no friends, he had to care for his sick mother since the day he could walk. After the death of his mother he was left with no family. alone in a cruel world. the dragon was his first friend, the time he spent in this prison disguised as a well in the middle of nowhere was the only time he was truly happy.
"you said wherever I go I will be happy" the boy whispered into the night. "I am happy"
"I am happy with you Arthur"
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A TALE OF A THOUSAND YEARS
FantasyHate: intense dislike. Love: an intense feeling of deep affection. The key word here is "intense" A thousand years is a very long time to hate someone, after awhile the emotions begins to fade, all that is left is a seething rage. For Arthur, a thou...
