“Clap your hands if you believe!”
- Friedrich Nietzsche* #quote
Tomorrow I'm
going to be picking up a game that my friend CJ preordered for me for
my birthday. Seizures were down compared to before so my mood's up.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Revenge Of A
Dragon
An old knight
and adventurer sat in his lavish home while a large black dragon
looked at him with a furious glare. The knight didn't wear his armor,
mostly wrinkles and a large white beard. His bald head shined more
than his blade and his brown eyes had as much rust as his old
adventuring armor. His mansion was paid for by the many treasures he
gathered raiding the lands of monsters and taking the treasures there
along with selling the skins of monsters and various parts. The
feathers of a griffon and the scales of a dragon fetched a great deal
of money to the right buyers. Especially on the harder to kill
monsters.
The dragon
roared. “I've already killed the others.” The knight had already
parted ways with the others. Did the dragon really kill the great
witch Galli and all his other fellow adventurers? So, himself, Sir
Wings, was the only one left. “Just accept your punishment.”
“My
punishment?” The knight asked.
The large
dragon stretched his dark, coal-colored scales while his neck brought
his head eye to eye with the man. “Remember the summer of fifty
years ago?”
“Not
particularly. I'm quite old.” Sir Wings didn't feel any fear when
faced with a dragon. He spent too many years around large beasts.
Fearful instincts were torn from his body from all his adventures.
The dragon held
one of his claws up to the knights throat. “You killed my entire
family! Then my neighbors and their families too. Almost everyone I
knew died at the hands of you and the people you traveled with. Then
you ransacked everything you deemed valuable. Including our corpses.
I remember you skinning my father as I hid from you.”
The knight
laughed. Sir Wings laughed hard. “I know your going to kill me
anyway so I may as well tell you the truth. You're not special. Your
pain isn't special. I've done that at least thousands of times.
Honestly I wonder if I didn't monsters to raid if I would have done
it to humans. Make the weak into a demon then take all you can from
them. It's how its been through all of history. I guess I'm the weak
now in my old age. Feel free to take back all the wealth after you
kill me. This old man has had his fun.”
The dragon
killed the old man in a rage. Whether or not the knight's words led
him to do it he decided he couldn't stop at those that hurt him. He
decided to keep attacking all those like the knight. All who think
like him. And for justice perhaps he would take what is theirs and
give it back to the dragons and bring more of them to his cause.
Depending on
how his soul decides to guide him the dragon may very well become
like the knight.
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