Haaaah .... another day , another pain , another annoyance . I am getting sick of it . Nothing ever changes .
I wake up , i hunt , i move ever onward north ...
No challenge , nothing new , nothing changes ...
How long was it now ? Three months ? Four ? ... Does it even matter ?
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I am bored , which is dangerous , i know ... I know , but that doesn't change the fact that i am bored . Maybe its because all these strange ideas and knowledge i keep getting in my head , but who knows ? ...
Yeah , i am pretty sure i am insane , but so what ? There is no one to say otherwise , no one to comfort or berate me ... so does it even matter ? How do i even know i am insane ? Well , that's because i understand what insanity even is . And now i am explaining it to myself ... is it to comfort myself ? Heh , great ! Now i am getting depressed again ... Ha ... HAHAHAHA ...
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Yeah , i am definitely insane ...
Insane , lonely and bored . What a great combination ... heh .
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Lets just keep going north ... am i going the right way ? ... Yeah , feels like it . One leg in front of another ... keep on marching you insane lizard .
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Like this our little sad , but definitely not insane not so little dragon pushed on . He moved ever onward , ever further . He hunted , slept , tried to understand knowledge he had no context for . Day by day , he marched on , falling ever deeper to depression . But he did not give up , he pushed ever farther , ever longer and he learned more and more about his body . His strength grew , day by day . His mind sharpened into a deadly weapon , when he needed it , but that was a double edged sword that cut him just as much as his prey . When Tramas didn't have a need for a sharp mind on his travels , it wandered into ever stranger places , which confused the poor dragon immensely .
As the saying goes , having too much of a good thing can become a poison . But still our dragon marched on . Step by step , day by day . And as the world often does , something changed .
One day our dragon encountered something new . Weird creature he never saw before .
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.... What is that ? ... Never seen anything like it , stands on its hind legs , walks .... actually , can that be even called a walk ? It looks like it will fall with every step ... Its quite small , lets get closer and take a better look .
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
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... Wait ! What is that smell ? A camouflage ? ... Weird if that is the case , there are plenty of creatures that eat rotten meat , so its like a dinner bell to them . Is it bait for them ? ... Still , smells like death . A lot actually . Must be quite strong to survive that much rot on its body ... I should be careful ...
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Ah! it is turning towards me ... Its actually really slow , is that another trap ? ... What the FUCK ?!? HOW CAN IT SURVIVE ITS FACE ROTTING OFF ?!? ... AND ITS RIGHT PAW TOO !!! I SEE FUCKING BONES !!!! HOW ??? ... How the hell are you alive ? How are you not howling in pain ? ... Are you even alive ? You don't smell like being alive , you don't move like being alive , fuck , you don't even sound alive ! ...
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OK ! Ok , you are actually really slow ... Good , i can put you down so you don't suffer anymore ... Ok Tramas , quick slash through its torso to cut it down and dart back as quickly as you can ...
Ok ! Three , two , one , GO ! ...
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Ok , didnt expect to cut it in two ... wait ... HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL ALIVE ?!? ... No ! Really , how are you dragging yourself after me when you are cut in two ? ... Wait ! Blood is not supposed to be this black brown sludge and i am sure you are supposed to bleed far , FAR more than you are ... Do i have to crush your head ? ... I hope this works , i do not enjoy this hunt at all ... All that quiet snarling and smell is getting to me , its really unnerving ...
Ok , once again ! Three , two , one , GO ! Crunch and now back to safety ! ... Alright , its not moving anymore , did that work ? ... Looks like it . Lets wait for a while , just to be safe .
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Now , lets get a better look at this weird walking corpse ... Heh , walking dead , now i am quite sure i am insane ... But it is right in front of me , i can smell it and NO ! I will NOT taste it , i don't care how insane i think i am , i am NOT putting that ANYWHERE near my mouth ! ... Now lets take a better look , ok that is not its skin . It might be dirty , but not rotten like rest of its body . Haaah , yeah , i apparently know that these coverings are armour that is not natural , but made . I don't care anymore where this knowledge comes from . But it seems that it is supposed to be on a creature that can talk an actually make that armour . When you were alive , were you such a creature ? ... I mean before you became this thing i cut down ... Yeah , you were not alive anymore , were you ? ... That is really strange , hopefully not any more of your people ended like you ... Welp , it seems there is nothing more i can learn from you ... Should i bury you in the ground , so nothing can eat you and get sick ? Yeah ! That seems smart , i will bury you ... well what is left of you and then be on my way .
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And just like that our brave not so little dragon had his first brush with undeath . Luckily , it was just lesser zombie , second weakest undead superior only to ancient lesser skeletons which can be defeated pretty much by falling on them , their bones are that brittle and that is actually the same reason that those skeletons are almost the rarest undead in the world , even though lesser zombies usually transform into them in a decade or so . This one was just some unfortunate hunter that bit more that he could chew and died to poison in a secluded area , otherwise he would be devoured like any carcass in the badlands . In this world , thanks to the energy of magic which has many names in many cultures of the world , any intelligent race can transform into undead after their death . Pretty much any culture deals with their dead differently , there are even those that bind their risen into servitude , but not always are such nations necessarily evil .
But that our brave winged lizard , of course , does not know . So he marches on , on his quest for strength and in search of everything he lost . But see , this little encounter will be the catalyst for understanding for our little Tramas . What will he take from this ? What will be revealed to him ? How will he interpret it ? Will it give him strength , or push him deeper towards destruction ? Will it be something he desperately needs , or something to lead him astray ? Will he grow from it or will it crush his spirit ? ...
... time will tell ...