Fire rained upon my village, creatures believed as fairytales spit fire upon us, as if we were nothing more than maggots to them. My brother pulled my hand, trying to run as far as his plump legs could take him....he disgusts me, so well fed and favored, he didn't have to do anything except study, of course, it was probably the only thing he could do.
I stared up at the mystical creatures in the sky. They came in various different colors: Red, azure, green, bronze...They were beautiful and yet, they were attacking us.
I snapped back to attention when I heard my brother cry in despair: laying before us were my so called "parents", they had been burned to death from the fire. My brother stared at them in sorrow and began to run, pulling me with him...
I was only a child when the dragons attacked my village, I often wonder now if they had done so to strike fear in the eyes of the humans, or was it perhaps, to keep me from dirtying my hands with the blood of my "parents".
YOU ARE READING
DragonFyre
FantasiAs a child, Crystine was lonely, she lived in a small village with her parents who slaved her all day and her brother to whom did nothing but focus on his studies, but it all changed one day, when fire came upon the land....
