Easah Wright
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Hello, This is a short story I created so tell me what you think.
The forest is alive with fire.
I stumble forward, boots kicking up ash, the roar of flames drowning out my thoughts. The heat is unbearable, searing the edges of my vision, but I can’t stop now. The dragon is close—closer than I’d like. The infernal beast circles above, its wings whipping the smoke into choking spirals.
Behind me, the villagers scream. I can hear them over the chaos, pleading for help, for mercy, for someone to end this nightmare. And that someone has to be me.
I leap over a fallen tree, its bark glowing red-hot, and curse myself for ever agreeing to this madness. “You’re the only one strong enough, Kael,” they said. “Your blood is fireproof, Kael.” As if that makes me invincible.
A roar cuts through the haze, low and guttural, like the earth splitting in two. I whirl around, sword already in hand. The dragon lands, talons sinking into the scorched soil, its molten eyes locked on me.
“You think your steel can match me, little ember?” Its voice rumbles, deep and mocking.
“No,” I snarl, gripping the hilt tighter. “But it’s all I’ve got.”
The beast lunges, its maw gaping wide, and I dive to the side, rolling hard. The impact of its jaws on the ground sends a shockwave through the earth, but I’m already back on my feet. I charge, blade glinting in the firelight, and strike for its neck.
The dragon is faster than it looks. Its tail sweeps out, catching me in the ribs and sending me flying. I crash into a tree, the breath knocked clean out of me.
“Pathetic,” it sneers, advancing.
But I’m not done yet. My blood boils—literally. Heat rises in my veins, a fury I can’t control. I feel the flames around me pulse, responding to the inferno inside. I push myself up, spitting blood.
“You talk too much,” I say, and the fire answers me.
The first time it happened, I thought I was dying. Fire running through your veins isn’t something you get used to. But now? Now, it feels like I’m waking up.
The dragon lunges again, and this time, I don’t move. My blood ignites, flames licking up my arms and across my chest. The beast’s jaws close around me, but instead of flesh and bone, it bites down on pure fire.
The dragon rears back, roaring in pain. “What are you?!”
“Someone you should’ve stayed away from.”
I rush forward, faster than I thought possible, the flames propelling me like a living torch. My sword is an extension of the fire now, glowing white-hot. I slash at the dragon’s legs, and for the first time, its scales give way.
It screeches, more angry than hurt, and spins around, tail whipping toward me. But I’m ready this time. I leap over it, fire roaring beneath my feet, and land squarely on its back.
It thrashes, wings beating furiously, but I hold on, driving my blade into its spine. The dragon bucks, and we’re airborne, the ground falling away beneath us.
My grip slips, and for a moment, I’m dangling over nothing but fire and death. But then my hand finds the hilt again, and I pull myself up, straddling the beast’s neck.
“You think you can defeat me with fire?” it growls, twisting its head to glare at me.
“No,” I say, raising my sword. “But I can end this.”
The blade plunges into its skull, the fire in my blood surging into the steel. The dragon screams, its body convulsing as the flames consume it from the inside out.
And then we fall.
The impact is deafening. I hit the ground hard, rolling until I slam into a rock. For a moment, everything is pain and darkness. Then I hear it—the silence.
The dragon lies motionless, its body crumbling to ash. The flames around us begin to die, the forest sighing in relief.
I push myself up, every muscle screaming in protest, and stagger toward the village. The people are waiting, their faces a mix of hope and fear.
“It’s done,” I manage to say before my legs give out.
Hands catch me before I hit the ground. They’re cheering, laughing, crying, but I can barely hear them. My blood still burns, the fire refusing to leave me.
I look down at my hands, the skin glowing faintly, like embers in the dark.
The dragon is gone, but the fire is still in me. And somehow, I know it always will be.
The End
What you think and be honest.
The forest is alive with fire.
I stumble forward, boots kicking up ash, the roar of flames drowning out my thoughts. The heat is unbearable, searing the edges of my vision, but I can’t stop now. The dragon is close—closer than I’d like. The infernal beast circles above, its wings whipping the smoke into choking spirals.
Behind me, the villagers scream. I can hear them over the chaos, pleading for help, for mercy, for someone to end this nightmare. And that someone has to be me.
I leap over a fallen tree, its bark glowing red-hot, and curse myself for ever agreeing to this madness. “You’re the only one strong enough, Kael,” they said. “Your blood is fireproof, Kael.” As if that makes me invincible.
A roar cuts through the haze, low and guttural, like the earth splitting in two. I whirl around, sword already in hand. The dragon lands, talons sinking into the scorched soil, its molten eyes locked on me.
“You think your steel can match me, little ember?” Its voice rumbles, deep and mocking.
“No,” I snarl, gripping the hilt tighter. “But it’s all I’ve got.”
The beast lunges, its maw gaping wide, and I dive to the side, rolling hard. The impact of its jaws on the ground sends a shockwave through the earth, but I’m already back on my feet. I charge, blade glinting in the firelight, and strike for its neck.
The dragon is faster than it looks. Its tail sweeps out, catching me in the ribs and sending me flying. I crash into a tree, the breath knocked clean out of me.
“Pathetic,” it sneers, advancing.
But I’m not done yet. My blood boils—literally. Heat rises in my veins, a fury I can’t control. I feel the flames around me pulse, responding to the inferno inside. I push myself up, spitting blood.
“You talk too much,” I say, and the fire answers me.
The first time it happened, I thought I was dying. Fire running through your veins isn’t something you get used to. But now? Now, it feels like I’m waking up.
The dragon lunges again, and this time, I don’t move. My blood ignites, flames licking up my arms and across my chest. The beast’s jaws close around me, but instead of flesh and bone, it bites down on pure fire.
The dragon rears back, roaring in pain. “What are you?!”
“Someone you should’ve stayed away from.”
I rush forward, faster than I thought possible, the flames propelling me like a living torch. My sword is an extension of the fire now, glowing white-hot. I slash at the dragon’s legs, and for the first time, its scales give way.
It screeches, more angry than hurt, and spins around, tail whipping toward me. But I’m ready this time. I leap over it, fire roaring beneath my feet, and land squarely on its back.
It thrashes, wings beating furiously, but I hold on, driving my blade into its spine. The dragon bucks, and we’re airborne, the ground falling away beneath us.
My grip slips, and for a moment, I’m dangling over nothing but fire and death. But then my hand finds the hilt again, and I pull myself up, straddling the beast’s neck.
“You think you can defeat me with fire?” it growls, twisting its head to glare at me.
“No,” I say, raising my sword. “But I can end this.”
The blade plunges into its skull, the fire in my blood surging into the steel. The dragon screams, its body convulsing as the flames consume it from the inside out.
And then we fall.
The impact is deafening. I hit the ground hard, rolling until I slam into a rock. For a moment, everything is pain and darkness. Then I hear it—the silence.
The dragon lies motionless, its body crumbling to ash. The flames around us begin to die, the forest sighing in relief.
I push myself up, every muscle screaming in protest, and stagger toward the village. The people are waiting, their faces a mix of hope and fear.
“It’s done,” I manage to say before my legs give out.
Hands catch me before I hit the ground. They’re cheering, laughing, crying, but I can barely hear them. My blood still burns, the fire refusing to leave me.
I look down at my hands, the skin glowing faintly, like embers in the dark.
The dragon is gone, but the fire is still in me. And somehow, I know it always will be.
The End
What you think and be honest.
Maester
