"Who, Daddy? Who's here?" Jacob asked. There was a shuffle from the corner of the burnt down house. Jacob gulped and choked back a fresh flood of tears. "Who are you?"
A man appeared out of the rubble, covered in soot but otherwise unharmed. The dark expression on his face was framed by lank, dark hair. Broody and mysterious, he sauntered over to Jacob with an outstretched arm, pointing right at him.
"I'm Ethan Bradberry," he exclaimed loudly.
"Nah, not him, Jacob," Jinx stuttered.
"I'm Ethan Bradberry."
"Who?" Jacob asked.
"I'm Ethan Bradberry."
"No, not you. Father."
"I'm Ethan Br—"
"The dragon, Jacob. The dragon," Jinx cut in. A puzzled look spread on Jacob's face.
"He's the dragon?" He asked sceptically.
"I'm Ethan Bradberry," Ethan Bradberry corrected.
"Nah, the dragon, Bindyick Clunderatch." Jacob gasped and looked around him. The Ethan Bradberry guy was still pointing. "You need to go, Jacob. Before he kills you." As if on cue, there was a deafening roar from the village square. It echoed around the mountains.
"You have to prepare for when things like these happen, y'know," Ethan Bradberry said solemnly. Jacob's sobs restarted as his father took his last few breaths. He was gone.
"Do you know where the dragon is?" he asked Ethan Bradberry through the tears, letting go of his father's lifeless body.
"Your life is too precious," Ethan warned. Jacob stood up as another roar broke the air.
"I have my magic," he said determinedly.
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Nashville (FanFiction Parody)
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