The Fire is Green. . . .

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The forest lit into a burning blaze of green and blue.  The heat was scorching hot.  It could leave you with a tan. But if you stand near it to long.  It will leave you burnt. Right about now I know I will go down in flames.

As I stood there waiting for death,  I notice something lurking from a tree with a flame growing to the top.  With that, a razor sharp sound echoed throughout the forest.  The sound roared in my hears, my hands were shaking. My bones weak. My head was spinning from all the chaos. The smoke and ash was making my head hurt.  My clothing now smelling of brunt pine and brunt ash rushed in my noise and filled my lungs. I couldn't breath. 

When all of a sudden a rush of wind picked up. This wind wasnt anything anyone could live through.  This wasn't a natural wind from the weather.  But from a tall, green scaled,  winged giant. It's teeth could crew anything. It's claws could slash down anything In it way.  It seems like nothing could stop it.  That's one of the problems with dragons.  They never stop. The worst thing about this fire breathing dragon.  Is that it's my blood brother. My brother in arms.

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