What is it about the sky that reaches in and wind touches the wilder parts of our soul? Is it the sounds, the smells, the colors or a combination of these?
As you sit and ponder your own mortality, you ask of yourself the eternal and timeless question all men of worth have asked throughout the ages:
“What will I do if I stuck in a car with a big red lizard breathing fire high in the sky?”
For me it’s simply screaming your heart out. Let’s reminisce 15 minute before this happen.
A Red Dragon fly toward me > I got into my car > engine won’t start > 2 big claws grab my car > take off high into the sky.
I can only sigh knowing how fast my life turns from bad to worse. Well for now after 15 minutes screaming spree I can relax because the dragon won’t eat me yet. But I wonder why this thing that shouldn’t be here, only appear on book came after me? Well nothing can surprise me anymore after last night near death experience. But I feel forgetting something about last night, last thing I remember only a bright light.
Now I need a way to get out this mess let’s look the option I had:
Play dead?
Screaming for 15 minute not considered dead
Jump out?
Definitely dead
Peace negotiations?
With a Dragon that breathes fire? …
Call 911?
Weird No Signal on my phone
I let out another sigh when my eye catch something shine reflected by side mirror. It was on the upper left side front leg of the dragon. Slip inside of its red scale. When I focused my look
“A Sword”
An idea occurred in my mind. If I use that sword to wound its wing maybe it will try to land.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures” I said to my self
Gathering my little courage or what’s left of it, I climb out from car window while keep saying to my self
“Don’t look down, look to the sword, sword is good”
The dragon didn’t notice what I’m doing so keep going. After several hard rides I finally reach top of my car. When I look closely the sword stuck deeply to the dragon chest area, it will be hard to pull without the dragon noticing.
“Stick to THE PLAN” reassuring my self
Then I jump to take the sword when my eye meets with red dragon eye. I grab the sword and stick my leg to dragon leg to help draw out the sword. What a timing I might say, just before large mouth with sharp tooth with an addition of burning flesh stop in front of me while falling to my car roof, a gust of red blood came from the place where the sword stuck. The dragon let out a pain full roar.
“Now what…?” While I saw the dragon threw away my car I already clinging into its leg.
The dragon roars while bloods keep pouring onto me because my position directly below the wound and the dragon start falling.
So, this is how it ends. Normally, I'd chalk this up to my second glorious not to die attempt.
But not today!
What can I say? My luck most likely hasn’t runs out yet
I tighten my hand and the dragon crash in to some kind of barn with its back first.
People start gathering around the scene with shocked eye cannot comprehend what they just saw. A voice came from the crowd.
“Is it dead?” ask an old man in front of the crowd
“I’ll check it” answer the young man near him
This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
The young men raise his shield and tighten his grip on a sword in his right hand. Suffocating silent filling the air, nobody from the crowd make a move as if they were a statue. Slowly but steady, the young man walks toward the red dragon. A couple of feet from the dragon
“Ha...”
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“Ha Ha…”
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“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“I AM ALIVE!!!”
Shout Ethan while rising from under the dragon wing.
Of course everything was an accident. And the dragon dead because loss of blood and crash was an accident as well. But when one arrives at the scene of the accident, it couldn’t be helped if they all thought that this was done by Ethan.
“Identify yourself!!!”
Shout the young man pointing his sword toward Ethan while trembling and clearly terrified.
OK let me clarify why this man terrified not because of the dragon but me. When you see someone who covered with blood all over his body, red shoot eye [try falling from the sky without goggles and look into the mirror you will understand], holding 1.5 meter sword, standing with a dead dragon near your neighborhood, it’s a miracle if someone still want to talk to you. Trust me, I know.
Realizing Ethan was not alone
“Hello my name is Ethan Smith” While smiling trying not to provoke a terrified mob to attack him
“That’s enough Roderick you can lower your sword” Said the old man realizing something. Then walks leaving terrified crowd toward Roderick
Ethan looking the owner of the voice who is old enough to be classified as someone great grandfather with bald head, white beard, scrawny body, a cane on his right hand, and trembling when moving
“But Elder Neal, we don’t know who or what is he” protest Roderick
“Don’t worry, I know who he is” While looking Ethan
“Please forgive this man rudeness Sir Ethan” plead Elder Neal while fall down to his knee
“Why this grandpa act like this toward me, well at least I’m still alive, I just want to get out of here right now and back home” thought Ethan with confused face
“No no no!!!” Ethan began to speak while helping Elder Neal get up
Seeing someone older than him pleading is hard enough, even for Ethan
“I’m the one at fault here intruded to someone home without permission”
“You are too modest Mighty One” already on his feet
“What with the Shakespeare poetry speech, are this people British” thought Ethan listening to Elder Neal word
“If you want, you could kill us all without effort because our rudeness”
“Because someone speaking rude to me!? Well you should come to my neighborhood you will be surprise how people there speak on daily basis. If people killed because talk rude I wonder how many human left in the world” thought Ethan
“Why would I kill people with no reason, the authority will surely put me to jail” said Ethan while thinking of the prospect of him killing more than 100 people
“And I’m just one man how can I kill more than 100 people alone” continue Ethan
“You are being modest again Sir Ethan, with such display of power Even the King will dare not to try to put you to jail, even to catch you alive without destroying his own kingdom will be impossible” while looking at the dead dragon
“What do you mean?”
“You are a Dragon Slayer are you not” said Elder Neal