fantasy-dragon

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The 下一个 few days were difficult to me. Synthia had tight me with the shackles what she had 下一个 to her nest. The only thing what I could do was laying. I didn't even talked to her. Synthia didn't give up on me. She just wanted to help me, but cause nobody else haven't ever helped me before, I couldn't figure it. Every single day, she asked my worries, but the only thing what I did, was scowl on her. But she didn't care about it. She took care of me and I was thankful to her.
Days past and soon it was already past a week. I started to think a bit. Why I was so mean to her, I thought....

"Dragons all,
龙 we.
Call beyond
Time and Space.

Gentle Air,
Grant us wind.
Lift we our wings
In exaltation.

Fierce Fire,
Keep us strong.
Our breath which
Keeps enemies at bay.

Strong Earth,
Give us dens.
你 make our
Nests and tombs.

Noble Time,
Keep us young.

Beautiful Water,
Fill our rivers.

Life and Death,
Watch our souls.

Powerful Magic,
Fuel our bodies.

Great Draco,
Our souls are yours.

龙 all,
龙 we.

Now we fly
'Gainst our ancient Foe.

Great Ones,
From beyond the stars,
We call to You."

    The song came out of nowhere, caressing Karaza’s mind,...

The sound of a 火, 消防 wakes Karaza. She opens her eyes a slit and looks toward the sound. Two grizzled men are staring into the night while talking.
    “I swear, it’s the end of the world, there are those evil 龙 and all these demons wandering around, they give me the creeps.”
    “Of course they creep 你 out, they’re monsters! I heard that if they catch 你 they take 你 to their mines and put 你 under a spell so that 你 can’t stop working, no matter how tired 你 are, 你 just keep going until 你 drop. And when the demons find you...

"Easy does it…that's it. He's got your girl. He's headed back to his foul nest. Shoot him now, 或者 you'll never see her again." The old man was clearly drunk, but he knew his stuff.
The boy lined up the arrowhead with the sackcloth dragon's heart. He released the string, sending the 《绿箭侠》 flying towards the beast. The boy had aimed true, for the sackcloth dragon now had an 《绿箭侠》 in his heart.
The old man took a huge swig from his mug. Learning to kill 龙 was hard. Living with the old man was harder. He told constant stories of the 龙 he had killed, drank constantly, and never failed...