Authors note- At the time of writing this we are over 300 views! This is amazing for me thank you for everything you readers have done. You guys are amazing. We also have 50 votes. I have the best readers in the world. Thank you so much, if you already comment, thank you, I take them seriously, so thank you. You guys are the best.
I was amazed as the green scenery as we swept across the sky. I had an image of those cheesy cartoons that kept the same image rolling. The forests of Mythical Park soon came to an end an we where soaring across the city. Then we stopped at another small nature preserve, and my dragon dove down. He stopped on the ground and started running towards a small cave. The larger one led the way as the small one I was on followed. We reached a dead end. Great what now? The dragons blasted flame at the wall. It immediately began to turn into a puddle of magma. Behind it was a wrinkly bag of skin and bones. He waved a thin hand at me. I noticed that his other hand was charred. He beckoned me closer and said with a frail voice "P-put y-your hands on mine." I could hear him, and when I put my hands on his I felt that they where leathery. He said "You do not belong here." He glanced at me. "You do not belong in this time, in this body, on this life. All will fall and you can't change it here."
Chicken soup and mothballs was scaring me. What did he mean I didn't belong.
"You will die and so will everyone else if he rises." I was really scared. I thought I couldn't pee any more but it came out. I didn't think my spitballer could protect me from the end. He then looked at me. A sharp stare from his bright blue eyes, and I felt he was looking right through me. He said "You have a chance at stopping him back then."
The dragons seemed interested at this. Then smoke came from the floor and entered his eyes and came out of his eyes.
He continued with a raspy thick voice "When one brings common legend into history
When Fire and ice utter a war cry
When an army flies
When the One dies
Many will cry
And death will die.
The old man left me shaken, breathed his last and died.
YOU ARE READING
Mythical Park
ФэнтезиIn mythical park, there are creatures of all kinds. Unicorns, Pegasi and most of all Dragons. Arnold Jenkins is the son of a park ranger, so he knows everything is fake. His insane dad is fixed on the myth itself, dragons. He finds something but not...
