“I'm afraid of
small spaces.”
Harry
Houdini* #quote
Today I watched
some martian wrestling. Pretty flashy stuff, but I couldn't really
get into it. I'm not sure how much me not being able to understand
what they were saying affected my enjoyment of the show. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
A Different
Kind Of Dragon
Some dragons
burnt kingdoms to the ground. The breed that invaded the Kingdom of
Ioland froze them. Fire didn't come from the beasts mouths, but
rather an intense frost. A spring would become an unnatural winter as
they turned everything to ice. They ate their food cold and moved on
to the next land, content with letting wherever they went recover on
its own.
The dew on the
grass froze when the dragons breathed, even when they didn't want to
use their lungs offensively. The people of the land could see where
the dragons had been. When they saw that the dragons passed their
homes it seemed at first the dragons spared them, but the dragons
merely put off eating them while they walked to their destination.
The dragons of the ice breathing breed couldn't fly, with their wings
evolving for the sole purpose of heating their bodies to compensate
for their cold breath. The flock of dragons invading the Kingdom of
Ioland headed towards the king's castle. Over the years of hunting
humans they knew to attack that place first and kill the soldiers to
make sure the rest of their feeding went uninterrupted.
When they
arrived at the castle the king stood at the gates. A strange thing
for them, as they usually found the king holed up deep in the castle.
They enjoyed finding the king and taking all the shiny trinkets on
his body.
The king
pointed at the frost dragons, “Dispose of these invaders my loyal
steeds!” At that moment a massive group of the natural predator of
the frost dragon, the fire breathing dragon, appeared from the
stables behind the castle and promptly took care of the threat to the
kingdom.
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