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The Dragon Tamer – by Shana and Taryn
A roar echoed across the darkened plain. Pools of dark liquid collected in hollows, and the trees at the edge of the field rustled ominously in the growing breeze. No light brightened the field, for it was a moonless night, and blackness congealed like blood in the crevasses. Not a sound stirred the darkened night except for one; the sound of battle.A great black dragon, scales shining like the star-lit night, and knight, clothed in strange dark armor, fought in the field, locked together until death. The dragon was weakening, his wings drooping, the light fading from his once-bright blue eyes. Horrendous wounds marred the gleaming perfection of his scales, wounds that not even his self-healing power could help. At last his legs gave out from under him, and he collapsed to the blood-drenched earth. Only his weary eyes moved, following the footsteps of the man who had come to kill him. “You will not defeat me, Valkrie.”
The words were so sudden, the dark knight stopped in his tracks. Then, from beneath the dark helm came the sound of his cold, cruel laughter.
“Are you sure about that, Malloren?” The knight stepped closer and placed his sword at the dragons belly. “It seems,” he said with a smirk, “That I am the one who will triumph. Not you.”
“That is not true,” the dragon rumbled. “One will come… But it is not my place to tell you.” The knight almost dropped his sword in his sudden fury.
“Of course I will win!” He yelled. “This victory will ensure that I am victorious forever! I must know of any threat!” He moved his sword closer to the dragon’s snout. “You will tell me!” He pressed his sword into the pressure point in between the dragon’s nostrils. The dragon groaned, and writhed in pain. “Tell me,” the knight growled. The dragon let out a weary sigh.
“Very well,” he moaned. “There will be a… a Dragon Tamer! And she will be the last! She will lose to nothing, and nothing will triumph over her. She will be The Last Dragon!”
“But I will defeat her, right?” The knight asked eagerly. The dragon’s eyes met his, and for a long moment, silence reigned.
“No.” The dragon finally replied.
The knight let out a yell of rage, and stabbed his sword deep in the dragon’s belly. As the hot fluids rushed out, the sky went dark, and the wind abruptly stopped. And then, as the stars clouded over, the knight grew and grew, and the body of the dragon shrank and shrank, and then there was only one figure on the silent field, an exact image of the great black dragon, except for his blood-red eyes. The dragon opened his jaws, and let out a roar of triumph, along with a great gout of flame that singed the trees and turned them to ash.
“I am Valkrie!” The dragon cried. “I am ruler of all! I will destroy all the dragon tamers, and defeat the prophecy! I AM VALKRIE!!”
And with that, the great black dragon, scales as black as the soul within, flung open his wings, and rose into the night sky.
And he left behind him a silent field filled with death.
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