Here's another short story for you guys. Let me know what you think! (:
Atara sought out her usual meeting place. She called out cheerfully, “Rezenbane! I’m here!”
The towering monster turned. What Atara had always guessed was a smile spread across the creature’s face. He was roughly thirty feet tall, with onyx scales that seemed unable to reflect light. His teeth were daggers the size of her forearm.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here yesterday,” Atara began, trying as best as she could to hug the monster. “We had company and they would notice if I snuck out.”
The monster growled, but the sound somehow wasn’t threatening. He rubbed his massive head against Atara’s petite shoulder. Though the dragon couldn’t speak, Atara had a feeling that he understood the gist of what she said.
Atara relayed to Rezenbane the stories she’d read recently—they both loved fairytales.
Atara had been so caught up in the story of a heroic knight that she hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. The sun had long ago set, and Atara’s village had come looking.
Rezenbane’s supernatural hearing picked up on the sounds of the approaching villagers first. He shifted awkwardly, motioning with his wings repeatedly in the direction they were coming. Atara assumed he was just restless from the stories, and didn’t put the pieces together until it was far too late.
“It’s back! The monster is back!” Someone screamed, their next words becoming incoherent with fear.
Atara froze, clutching to the nonexistent hope that maybe they were screaming about some othermonster. Of course, they weren’t. She and Rezenbane had been spotted.
“Send a messenger for help! It’s going to kill us all!”
“It’s going to eat that little girl!”
Atara spun to face the assembling crowd. Rezenbane shifted to hide behind Atara, but there wasn’t much the young girl could do to shield him.
“That’s my daughter!” A familiar voice wailed. “Atara! Atara, run!” My mother was screeching in horror.
“It’s okay!” Atara yelled in reply, but no one seemed to acknowledge her.
The thundering of hooves came before Atara could see the assembled warriors. Armed with bows and swords, the archers let loose their first volley of arrows. Most of them were unable to pierce Rezenbane’s thick layer of scales, but one had found its way into his maw.
Rezenbane roared in pain, rolling on the ground violently beside Atara. “Stop! Please!” Atara begged, but the warriors didn’t seem to care. She sprinted toward them, banging on the armored leg of the lead warrior. “Stop it! He wasn’t hurting me!”
“That’s Rezenbane,” The warrior’s voice was muffled through the heavy metal helmet perched atop his head. “He’s one sick dragon. He’ll devour you and the entire village.”
“No he won’t,” Atara sobbed. “He’s good! I promise, we’re friends!”
The warrior reached to shove Atara back toward the crowd of villagers. “Get back to your mother.”
She managed to ram the warrior’s leg hard enough that he lost balance, toppling off of his horse. Atara desperately struggled to climb onto the golden horse’s back. “Stop it!” The warrior lunged, but the horse was already in motion.
The horse tried to skitter away from Rezenbane, but Atara managed to keep him moving. “Rezenbane!” Atara captured the attention of the pained dragon. “Fly!”
The dragon seemed to understand the deeper meaning. Not fly to escape certain death at the hands of the warriors—fly and never return. A tear the size of Atara’s pale palms rolled down Rezenbane’s blackened body.
“Ready!” The call sounded from behind Atara. The archers were preparing yet another attack.
“Please!” Atara’s heart ached with the words. “Leave, Rezenbane!”
“Aim!”
The dragon stared at her hopelessly. An endless depth of love shone in his crimson eyes. With a painful choking sound, Rezenbane dragged himself up from the ground.
“Fire!”
The arrows fell short of the dragon, already soaring into the sky. He paused out of the warriors’ reach to give a parting swish of his tail to Atara. She whispered, “Goodbye.”
Here's another short story for you guys. Let me know what you think! (:
Atara sought out her usual meeting place. She called out cheerfully, “Rezenbane! I’m here!”
The towering monster turned. What Atara had always guessed was a smile spread across the creature’s face. He was roughly thirty feet tall, with onyx scales that seemed unable to reflect light. His teeth were daggers the size of her forearm.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here yesterday,” Atara began, trying as best as she could to hug the monster. “We had company and they would notice if I snuck out.”
The monster growled, but the sound somehow wasn’t threatening. He rubbed his massive head against Atara’s petite shoulder. Though the dragon couldn’t speak, Atara had a feeling that he understood the gist of what she said.
Atara relayed to Rezenbane the stories she’d read recently—they both loved fairytales.
Atara had been so caught up in the story of a heroic knight that she hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. The sun had long ago set, and Atara’s village had come looking.
Rezenbane’s supernatural hearing picked up on the sounds of the approaching villagers first. He shifted awkwardly, motioning with his wings repeatedly in the direction they were coming. Atara assumed he was just restless from the stories, and didn’t put the pieces together until it was far too late.
“It’s back! The monster is back!” Someone screamed, their next words becoming incoherent with fear.
Atara froze, clutching to the nonexistent hope that maybe they were screaming about some othermonster. Of course, they weren’t. She and Rezenbane had been spotted.
“Send a messenger for help! It’s going to kill us all!”
“It’s going to eat that little girl!”
Atara spun to face the assembling crowd. Rezenbane shifted to hide behind Atara, but there wasn’t much the young girl could do to shield him.
“That’s my daughter!” A familiar voice wailed. “Atara! Atara, run!” My mother was screeching in horror.
“It’s okay!” Atara yelled in reply, but no one seemed to acknowledge her.
The thundering of hooves came before Atara could see the assembled warriors. Armed with bows and swords, the archers let loose their first volley of arrows. Most of them were unable to pierce Rezenbane’s thick layer of scales, but one had found its way into his maw.
Rezenbane roared in pain, rolling on the ground violently beside Atara. “Stop! Please!” Atara begged, but the warriors didn’t seem to care. She sprinted toward them, banging on the armored leg of the lead warrior. “Stop it! He wasn’t hurting me!”
“That’s Rezenbane,” The warrior’s voice was muffled through the heavy metal helmet perched atop his head. “He’s one sick dragon. He’ll devour you and the entire village.”
“No he won’t,” Atara sobbed. “He’s good! I promise, we’re friends!”
The warrior reached to shove Atara back toward the crowd of villagers. “Get back to your mother.”
She managed to ram the warrior’s leg hard enough that he lost balance, toppling off of his horse. Atara desperately struggled to climb onto the golden horse’s back. “Stop it!” The warrior lunged, but the horse was already in motion.
The horse tried to skitter away from Rezenbane, but Atara managed to keep him moving. “Rezenbane!” Atara captured the attention of the pained dragon. “Fly!”
The dragon seemed to understand the deeper meaning. Not fly to escape certain death at the hands of the warriors—fly and never return. A tear the size of Atara’s pale palms rolled down Rezenbane’s blackened body.
“Ready!” The call sounded from behind Atara. The archers were preparing yet another attack.
“Please!” Atara’s heart ached with the words. “Leave, Rezenbane!”
“Aim!”
The dragon stared at her hopelessly. An endless depth of love shone in his crimson eyes. With a painful choking sound, Rezenbane dragged himself up from the ground.
“Fire!”
The arrows fell short of the dragon, already soaring into the sky. He paused out of the warriors’ reach to give a parting swish of his tail to Atara. She whispered, “Goodbye.”