Grass dances in the breeze beneath my feet. The wind feels warm. Too warm.
"What's going on?" my Molly asks.
"Nothing good, Dearest," I say. The gale changes direction on a dime. It cools.
"Lucius?" My Molly is quivering.
I pluck a rifle from by back and load, although it can't be much help. I'm shaking too hard to aim.
"I think we should go back to the air-rider, Lucius."
I take her hand in mine. "Just a moment more. I've waited my whole life to see a wild place. I cannot leave so soon."
"What else is there to see?"
"A beast, a bird, something. Not a zoo experiment. A true animal."
"A
true animal?" This time it isn't my Molly's voice. It's a grumble,
shaking the ground, searing the earth like an oven. My Molly falls into
my arms. I nearly collapse myself.
"How about the greatest of them all? The arch-lizard, fire-raptor, scorcher of man."
Tears fill my eyes. "A dragon?" I manage in a quiet mumble.
A booming rumble takes my hearing for a second. My eyebrows melt away. "I am the dragon. A pity you can't see me before you die. I prefer my prey roasted."
Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Love me some dragon attitude. And I love the voice behind the prose.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, sir. Lucky you mentioned the dragon attitude or I wouldn't have noticed that I had used the wrong pray/prey at the end.
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