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Nov 2020
The Dragon viewed her, through deep scarlet eyes. It knew instinctively, she was not after the treasure, so was unsure of her quest. She carried no obvious weapons, nor could he sense any magic from her, so was puzzled why she was risking her life, by entering his cave, for surely she would be aware of his ferocity, and that no-one had ever left his cave alive. he slowly, deliberately, and menacingly, moved around her, examining her features. She was well dressed, clothed in a crimson red velvet, and her lips were of a blood red colour, highlighted by her pale face. He then looked into her eyes. They were a magnificent jaded green, and this colour seemed to swirl around in a cloud, like a brewing storm. The dragon stood, transfixed. Then she spoke, her words were smooth as silk, and her voice was soft and eloquent, " I know your story Dragon, i know your past, and i know of your rage, at the betrayals you suffered, a long, long time ago, now lost in time, and as you have not been seen for hundreds of years, you have become part of mythology. But your rage remains, towards those you once trusted, and that this still eats away at your heart" The Dragon stood frozen to the spot, like a statue. He could not move, he remained transfixed, almost hypnotised, by the swirling jade eyes. The girl began to speak again..."I am here to take away your pain. The world outside, has aged, is now old, and embittered, cruel, and brutal, and i have no desire to be any part of it, for it is being ruined, they are destroying the planet, and themselves. their souls are lost, they are empty inside. They are divorced, from love, and passion, and they not only betray one another, they also betray themselves!" And with this, her eyes turned grey, as a rising tide of sadness overcame her, as silver globuled tears, gently rolled down her cheeks. With that, the Dragon sighed deeply, for he knew, that what this girl had just said, was truth. He bowed down before her, and was about to speak. But at that moment, a very powerful bomb hit the mountain above the cave. both the girl, and the Dragon, were turned to dust.
by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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