"When you keep blaming others for every mistake you make in life one day you'll look back and realize you're the mistake all along."
― Abdulazeez Henry Musa
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Thunder continued to rumble and explode around us while the wind and rain suddenly picked up speed. The trees shook uncontrollably as the sound of what seemed to be nature's wrath continued to deafen me.
Suddenly I lost my sight as a roar of unlike any animal I've ever heard filled the forest and cut through the other noises like a blade slicing through human flesh. The sound made a fearful shiver run down my spine as my heart hammered wildly against my ribs. My body told me to run as far away from the apocalyptic looking scene before me, but my mind was in too much of a frenzy and rampant with terror to move.
"He's coming down from the sky!" Dawn cheered.
Is this cat insane? It feels like the world's coming to an end and she's happy?
The feline started to dance in circles chanting, "Our master is coming, our master is coming!" Night simply sat on his haunches, calmly awaiting the dragon god's arrival.
The same piercing cry tore through the skies.
The crazy cat stopped and shouted excitedly, "I see him, I see him!"
I waited with baited breath, but nothing happened; nature was still going haywire. The earth trembled as the god landed on the ground. What I saw with the waves was completely unbelievable.
The weather returned to normal again once the dragon set foot in The Howling Woods.
"Master, master!" Dawn continued her insane antics.
"It's good to see you again, my lord." Night stated as he got up and bowed his head in respect.
"I have not seen the both of you in such a long time." The dragon god greeted his Guardians. His voice was surprisingly gentle despite his otherworldly size.
His head suddenly turned in my direction.
"The Blind Maiden," Ryszard acknowledged.
My vision came back without warning.
Don't do that, Zephyr!
My apologies, Silver, but that is the customary way to greet my father.
I quickly got over my shock and bowed my head saying, "It's an honor to meet you, dragon-father."
"Quite the opposite, young one. The honor is all mine."
His scales were just like Azazel's; dark as the night sky, except they shone brightly in different colors making his body give off that god-like appearance. His eyes were of the brightest blue I have seen given my short experience with colors. They were like blue fire burning inside an endless abyss. The dragon god looked nothing like Zephyr. Ryszard had huge wings that outstretched proudly, making his appearance more intimidating. His body wasn't made to coil around a tree, instead he had thick, muscled limbs that could easily destroy the poor tree if he actually tried to coil himself around it. The sharpness of his horns made a shiver run down my spine. His tail swished around lazily but if it was swung with force it could easily break your bones.
"I'm glad we're able to meet again, my lord, but why did you come here?" Night asked as both guardians sat down.
"It was her prayer and this boy that I made myself known." He turned his head to look at Cloud's grave.
"Prayer?" Dawn questioned, tilting her head to the side.
"I'm grateful that you answered my plea, dragon-father," I said and bowed my head. "But I didn't know it was going to end like this."
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The Story of Midnight
Fantasy"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small sq...
