fantasy-dragon

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The अगला few days were difficult to me. Synthia had tight me with the shackles what she had अगला 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,
ड्रॅगन्स 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.
आप 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.

ड्रॅगन्स all,
ड्रॅगन्स 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 आग 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 ड्रॅगन्स and all these demons wandering around, they give me the creeps.”
    “Of course they creep आप out, they’re monsters! I heard that if they catch आप they take आप to their mines and put आप under a spell so that आप can’t stop working, no matter how tired आप are, आप just keep going until आप 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, या 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 ऐरो flying towards the beast. The boy had aimed true, for the sackcloth dragon now had an ऐरो in his heart.
The old man took a huge swig from his mug. Learning to kill ड्रॅगन्स was hard. Living with the old man was harder. He told constant stories of the ड्रॅगन्स he had killed, drank constantly, and never failed...