Volcanic mountains surround me
The ashes release causing the air to become thick and heavy
I am breathing in heavy rugged strides
My heart is pounding out of my chest
From the corner of my eyes
I see something dash upwards in the black smoke
My body shifts into a fighting stance
I unsheathe a silver sword from my waist
Even within the darkness of this place of death
The sword shines with great ferocity
I close my eyes and focus my mind on the task at hand
With an undying resolve I move forward
My armor clanks ever so slightly as I use my senses to navigate through the smoke
My body begins to tense as I hear the flapping of wings
I look to my left
I see nothing but black smoke
I look to my right
I see nothing but black smoke
I look in front of me
I see nothing but black smoke
A sound of nostrils blowing
The feeling of hot air on my neck
I turn around to meet two golden eyes
The dragon of death has finally showed itself
I do not hesitate to raise my sword to it
A battle of the century took place
A battle between hero and villain
A glorious battle it was
A battle of a one sided defeat
The hero was shrouded with gifts and recognition
However, years after the battle between good and evil the hero went insane
He kept spouting nonsense of how the dragon could speak and had intellectual thoughts
He said that before he killed the dragon
It begged him to spare its life
Not wanting to die, but to live a peaceful life
A sad truth it is
Forever believed as a lie by generations to come
©kamen1
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