The Dragon's Tail

The End

The winds were high, traveling at speeds never seen before. In the sky, dark clouds had formed. They seemed content to stay where they were, regardless of the winds. Bolts of lightning were cracking the sky, as if it were being broken into a million pieces that were falling to the earth as thick drops of rain. The sea, a colour not dissimilar from the clouds that night, was being thrown around, crashing in colossal waves on the beach. It sat at the bottom of a steep incline. The beach, it's sand currently dark and heavy with water, curved around with the hill, keeping all on it concealed from the outside world.

In spite of the weather a small figure could be seen on the beach, a person. His clothing was completely soaked by the rain. It seemed as though the water was penetrating into his very body. The wind made his hair at all angles, often obscuring his vision. He stood like a stone on the beach, ignoring the winds that ran through him, the rain that drenched him and the waves that crashed so close to him. His mouth opened, preparing to speak. Just as words were about to come out he stopped. They seemed to be caught in his throat. He placed a hand to his heart and closed his eyes, breathing heavily. Suddenly his ears pricked up. His eyes slowly opened. Over the roaring winds he heard something. The clunk of metal, slowly getting closer. And more urgently he could hear a roar. And deep, terrifying noise. It seemed to travel through him and cause him to shiver. He rose his head to the sky and breathed deeply. His time was up. It was now or never. In his head he said a silent prayer. Though he'd never believed in any sort of deity he couldn't help himself now. Barely a moment more seemed to pass, before it was all over.