Alcoholic Art |Art Book #6|

Short Story

I had to write a short story for a class assignment

So I wrote it exactly like below, including the characters.

Hope you enjoy

Oh

And this miiiiiight be a little something that some of you find interesting.......

//cough cough Emma

Alrighty

Enjoy!

"I'm telling you, there isn't that much blood."

The figure paced around the corpse that laid on the ground. "Are you sure about that?" It stopped pacing, then looked at the corpse. It seemed to be moving, but was it really?

"We just need some water and a mop. And... Maybe a coffee or two."

"I'm serious!" the figure hissed at the other. "If She finds out, we're done for."

"But you remember what we are, right?" The other figure lit a torch- with its mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes. We are dragons."

"Then we could just simply burn the corpse, it's not that hard."

"Hm. Very well."

The second figure stood back, while the first figure inhaled with its mouth- well, snout. Its nostrils flared, and out came some very, very, big flames. The corpse lit the room as it burned into ashes. In the light, the first figure was a blood red dragon- it wasn't because of the blood, mind you- and a very neon-y yellow covered its scales. The second figure, was a ocean blue and green dragon.

"I'm going to miss him, but he is our sacrifice." the red and yellow dragon said.

"Yeah. He was a great guy, but someone has to be our retriever."

"What was his name again? Oak?"

"I think it was Oak. But then again, he's a king, our king, and his disappearance won't go unnoticed."

"Well, Cobra, you'll be the next king. Just wait for that, my deary."

"I certainly can't wait, Speckle."

Cobra, the red and yellow dragon, turned his neck to look at the burning corpse of his grandfather. "I hope this ritual works. You told me I had a twin sister out there somewhere, so I am going to find her."

Silence followed afterwards. Faint talonsteps were heard down the hallway and down the stairs, but with the way they were thumping, Cobra could tell they were the assistants. They sounded like light scrabbles, since they were always in a hurry to get what needed to be done.

"How much longer will this ritual take?" Speckle asked.

"Not much longer. The flames will burn out his soul, and his soul will fly up and with its pain, it will search for what I am looking for. Hopefully. And that thing, is my twin sister."   

"What are you going to do with her?"

"I haven't gone that far with my plans yet."

"Alright."

The corpse was halfway burnt. Oak's brown and black scales now seemed purely black, and his red horns were covered in ashes. A faint light began to appear from his chest.

"That's his soul coming out," Cobra whispered. "I'm surprised that it's still white and not gray from stress of being a king to run this overpopulated kingdom."