story lines i randomly create

i am the last

The dragon fumed as he looked down upon the bold young man. The boy stared him down as though his looks could slay the beast, his sword drawn, but a toothpick compared to the serpent before him. His stance was firm, but still weak due to his twiggy limbs.

The great beast watched him carefully, his gold eyes focused on small blue ones. He lifted his head, bore his chest, and drew his wings back. "You asked before what i am to my kind, child. Well i shall tell you! I am the king, and the queen! The people and their Shepard, the enslaved and the free, for i am the last! I am all for i am the only! Your kind has driven us to the edge like all the other wonderful creatures you call 'mythical'!" He roared. 

The beasts tail slammed on the rocky ground, causing the boy to stumble and hit the ground. The grand dragon lowered its head swiftly, its pale white snout inches from the boy, his fiery breath making the lad sweat. "Your over glorified race has ended us. That is what, and why i am. And if you slay me this day, understand you have ended one of the last hopes for your planet."

The boy looked up at the dragon, confusion and fear evident in his small features "Last hope for our planet? Your kind is a heartless one! Beasts that care for nothing more than themselves!" 

At this the dragon turned his head, so one golden eye was trained on the boy. "No. No. we are not heartless. nothing is heartless. We simply see through a different vale. To a rat, a cat is a heartless beast. In our circumstances, you are the rat, and i, the cat. But that cat may have young, may be ill, may be starved. What else is it to do? yes, it could hunt for moles or mice, but why ignore prey when it is near and obtainable? If the cat killed everything but rats, the rats would become to large in numbers, and other prey would become to few."

The boy gulped and scooted back from the dragon, "You speak of animals! We're human! We have speech, technology, more than they!"

The dragon blew a plume of smoke from his nostrils. He sat, knowing this may end with conversation more than battle, "Though they do not have your wagons and and railroads, Do they not move? Though they do not have words to form, do they not communicate? Though they do not have your bodies and hands, do they not feel? Just like you they have families, friends, lives. And you feel obliged to take them away one by one. So why do we not have the same right with you? You see it as wrong for you are of the race in peril, and is the same with the livestock you butcher. You keep your herds at reasonable numbers, so as to not over or under populate. We dragons did the same with you. but now that our numbers are obliterated, you are overpopulating. overpopulation caused expansion into forests and other lands, driving divine creatures out. Unicorns were wiped out through your over hunting, trolls and ogres lost to experimentation and slavery, mermaids and sirens lost to your waste and stray nets. Once the balance was tipped, more lives were lost than saved. Now illness kills your people slowly, your plants wilt, your minds rot, all because the magical vales that saved you were wiped away by the very hands they were saving... So what is this to you? do you still deem me heartless?"

The dragon looked to the boy once more and saw tears streaming from his eyes. He was on his knees now, his hands over his mouth. He looked to the great dragon and bowed his head, "You may be right but i will be the only to feel this way. others will call me mad if i return unscathed and you alive! They will call the words from my mouth lies and witchery! Pure madness."

The dragon thought for a moment before turning, and grabbing something in his mighty jaws. He dropped it before the boy. It was an orb of pearly white, golden designs swirled within it. "Take this to your leaders boy. Have them stare into it and feel the truth. If you do this for me, for those lost, and those of future generations, the world may be in your debt. Your name will be carved in our histories walls, a hero, and one worthy of the life given to him. Go, and perhaps years from now the olden world will be restored..."

this was typed without review, there are probably errors, forgive meeeee