Friday, January 23, 2015

Drabble #65

The dragon was covered in scintillating scales, each one of them reflecting the sun. Smoke aggressively billowed out of its nostrils, heavily tainting the air. Its eyes, actively scanning the sky, were a beautiful icy blue. Todd placed a clammy hand on the handle of his sword. The dragon opened its mouth and released a mighty roar, followed by a long blast of orange fire. Todd's heart jumped. He hoped that his inevitable death would be quick and painless. Slay the dragon, or you die, Todd told himself, remembering the words of the king. I guess I die either way.

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