I a going to die was the only thought going through my head. I was awe-struck, as I watched the dragon.I was paralyzed by the fact she might eat me alive and make me spend a few days in her stomach, with her crystal acid digestive system. I decided to call her Freya. I at least wanted to know the name of my killer. I watched as Freya smashed down the watchtower in seconds. It would take us months of man-labor to restore it. After she had smashed all she wanted, she started looking for people.I looked on in horror as the dragon founds one of the families that hadn't made it to the bunker. Freya raised the mother to her all-seeing eye. I held my breath. Freya lifted her third eyelid to peer into the woman's soul. It went so quick I didn't know what happened. Then I realized Freya had swallowed the mother whole. She was not found worthy. I instantly knew the children would be slaughtered. But then it came to me. Never among the casualties had a child been killed. I looked with interest as Freya picked up a young boy and tucked him into the human-sized pockets on her ridges. She repeated this process until all the kids where trapped. On the dragon. On her back. This was interesting. But as I thought this I remembered I was not a child anymore. So I watched. And waited until Freya had scoured the whole village. Except for my hiding place. As she gracefully stalked towards me, time seemed to slow down. I was paralyzed with fear and worry. And then mind-numbing exceptance. I wasn't really good at anything anyways. I was an orphan. No friends. No one would miss me.
I laid down as I knew I would be going to sleep. And never waking up again.
YOU ARE READING
Dragon Rider
FantasyThe dragons are searching. Searching for someone worthy. Searching for answers. Searching for life. Searching for the only thing that can save them. Hakud is that thing. (Also Hakud is the narrator so you won't really find his name in the book)
