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A person, who remains to be seen, finds another day of life ahead of them. When they find, however, that a terrible tale is about to unfold. (This story has a sad ending) [1,194 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Mystical
AUTHOR
Bernayg
Massacre Of My Special Sanctuary Bernayg
Massacre of my Special Sanctuary
The wind rustled the trees in the distance as they whistled in tune with the call of nature.
I looked up towards the sky, I noticed clouds flying high, changing and swirling away.
The sky was of the purest blue, the bluest blue.
Sitting patiently beside me, was a little tiger cub, not that old, with it�s coat gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
It growled softly as it padded the soft earth with it�s sharp claws, leaving claw marks through the freshly watered grass and showing the damp soil underneath.
I bend down and stroke the wild cat, as it purred softly.
This place, is the only place, which I feel, I belong.
Suddenly, over the horizon, I see a black shadow inexorably seeping over the land.
I wish it would go, but it only advances with time.
And with that, I am completely enveloped in blackness, screaming for my land to return�
My sacred place�
�Wa!� I yell, as I awaken.
The pillows are spread out, and my head was laying on a the first sheet covering the mattress.
Beads of sweat are pouring down my face.
Everyday, I�ve had the same dream. Every time.
I get up and walk slowly across the carpet, and walk down the hallway leading to the kitchen.
I scratch the top of my head.
My mother is sitting at the table, spooning cereal into her mouth.
�Good Morning!� she chirrups in between mouthfuls.
�Mmmm.� I murmur, sitting down at the table.
�Aren�t you hungry, dear?� She asks, placing the spoon down and sitting back with a cup of tea.
�No, thanks, mum.�
She frowns.
�Was it that dream?�
I nod slowly.
She takes another noisy sip from her mug.
�Don�t dreams sometimes mean things? You know how there�s those dream interpreter books?�
I look out the window, which is foggy. I wipe my sleeve across the window, and peer through it.
�I have seen them. What�s the point of getting those books though? What if it�s just another dream?�
Mum pulls her glasses down to the tip of her nose, like mothers do.
�Another recurring dream?� she quizzes.
I shake my head. How could it possibly mean anything?
�Just because it recurs, doesn�t mean it has a hidden message.�
My mother sighs.
�I�ll just leave you to your problems, and sort out mine, shall I?�
I get up and walk back to my bedroom.
�Yes. Please.�
After I dress and groom myself, I walk into the lounge room.
I sit on the sofa facing the TV, and turn on the television.
Apparently, the news is on.
�Today, 7 people have reported sightings at Banesworth Bridge, that there has been flying lizards of some sort. Small, scaly, black, it has a tail, wings and surprisingly sharp teeth.
Please, if you have seen one of these creatures, please contact this number�!�
I switch off the TV and walk up to the door to the outside world.
I place my hand on the door knob and say one word:
�Dragons.�
CHAPTER 2
I walk down the path leading to the bridge.
I see a commotion going on, and I push past the people to see the problem.
Over the side of the bridge, in the canals, are two little dragons, with black scales and talons, and little tails swishing.
They are playfully wrestling each other.
TV reporters are looking terrified�at these little babies.
But they will grow up, though.
I walk over to where they are, and they eye me distressfully.
�I�m not here to hurt you. Do you know where your mummy is?� I say slowly, smiling at them.
One of them squawks, and the other one barks.
Suddenly, I hear screaming, and thundering feet above me, followed by a big shock of some sort.
An ear splitting ROAR came almost straight after the shock, and I knew what it was.
�There she is!� I say nervously.
Around the side of the bridge, came the magnificent beast, snarling at me.
�Hello! Err, I was just talking to your babies here! Can you speak English?�
The beast seemed to glare at me with it�s red eyes, then it stuck its long, green tongue out.
It�s black scales were covered in mud, and it�s horns on the top of it�s head were streaked with blood. �I may. It depends on what of your business here.�
I stumble back, hitting a wall, then slumping to the ground.
�I�I wanted to warn you that humans�when they don�t really under�understand�you see, I have recently been reading�I..I��
The dragon snuffed smoke at my face, and it made me cough. �You have been reading things about us, dragons. Humans have far inferior knowledge about us, and have not bothered to look after the race of dragons. They may have been afraid that we would eat their cattle! Well, a dragon has to eat! We have knowledge that could make a human invincible, or have eternal life! But, we have been neglected for an extremely preposterous assumption. Why should we share anything with you, if you were not willing to share with us?� It rasps in a hostile voice.
I sit for a moment, taking in that I�ve actually seen a dragon, and not just that, but that it talks! �Why do you not answer me? Guilt? Panic? Lack of knowledge? Speak, inferior human, before I burn you to cinders.�
I see TV cameras and microphones over the edge of the bridge, and faint murmuring.
�I cannot speak for all humans. But why do you depend on humans to keep you alive? Can you not count on yourself to survive? Obviously, you talk like you are much more superior than us, so why can you not look after your own self?�
The dragon tilts it�s head. �That is a good point you raise. But the thing is, humans wanted to know more about us. So, in return for letting them entering the �dragon world� as such, we were looked after quite well. After a while it became too much bother, and they seemed to have forgotten how powerful the dragon race can be. Don�t you think it would be unfair if your people were just, forgotten?! That would make you feel eternally insulted, and angry. So tell me one reason why I should not kill the human race?�
I blink slowly, as I think about this.
�Humans have developed over the years. Where have you come from?� I ask.
�The past.�
�To kill the human race for what they did in the past?� �It still seems present enough. Everyone now shall think that I am some sort of lizard with wings!�
�Well, how do I know you are a dragon?� �Humans have heard of dragons. In myth stories. In fairy tales. But never in real life.�
�But if you let the human race continue their work, which I am sure some individuals would like to, then maybe we could fill in the break in the chain?� �Continue their work? It was not work, it was fun. Dragons and humans once got along. But now, so many years in the future, only a serious few know how to treat a dragon right, let along what a dragon IS.�
�Where did you use to live in the past?� �That does not matter. I shall erase the human life, and no-body can stop me!�
With that, the mighty beast raised it�s wings and flew off, and the little babies flapped frantically behind her. What have I done?
The dream. The blackness was the dragon. The place where I belonged, was Earth!
It�s all coming true. And I could have stopped it.
Fin.
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