I'm a happy dragon, playin' my Dragon lute! I'm a happy alien with my Dragon wings.
I'm a happy dragon, fishin' with my clutchmate buddies! I'm a happy dragon, tearin' your city up.
He sang that song every morning
He sang when he woke up and he sang until he closed his eyes to sleep
He was a dragon with a human side to himself
His name was Rifton and he was one of the many inhabitants of Tind
He was also the first to have his arms painfully severed, and his dragony essence stolen away by strange masked men with assault rifles.
They looked scary;
—He could barely see their eyes
He kissed the grass as his life was sucked out of him
He felt he didn't care anymore
He could not open his mouth to sing, the pain stifled his voice.
His torn and dirtied shirt was slowly colored red and green by his own blood.
He bled both ways
Human and dragon
He looked up one last time and saw the barrel of an assault rifle and the masked wielder. He'll never forget that face...if he lives to have anything forgotten.
The words he said to them, "dragons bleed green blood" was unforgettable.
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Empire of Dragons: Dragons & Cicadas (Watty Awards 2012)
Fantasy"The space dragons are coming home. No vampires rule this land. No wolves take claim to the wyrm's throne." In this collection of interlinked stories, these dragons are unbound from standard tropes. These dragons live among us, taking our forms, eat...
