Dragon that fell from the sky

They felt dark forces looming across the gloomy skyline. Lightning stroke, breaking a few pine trees into halves. Thunder roared like the beating of a thousand drums. Children looked at their parents with fear. The parents themselves relied upon each other’s courage, already fading with each passing moment.

‘It’s the end of the world,’ someone said almost in a whisper.

‘Nonsense!’ said another, somehow believing it could be true.

Then they heard a rumble like the clapping of several slabs of rocks, which grew louder. Fear paralysing them, they looked into the sky.

‘It’s a dragon!’ someone gasped, ‘it’s falling down!’

They saw it clear. Black and big, it was breathing fire. It crash landed in a distant farm, ball of fire brightening and warming up the whole village.

A few days later, some of the villagers went off towards the site to see the dragon, dead and cold by then.

‘Hope the jewels are still there,’ said a man, smiling to himself.

‘We’ll share the jewels,’ suggested another.

The beast was turned upside down, its body sprawled on the hillside. Afraid, a man went to the beast and felt it.

‘It’s metal,’ he said.

Someone shouted, ‘there’s a man there! a man!’

They looked around and saw a man limping towards them. All around the place, it was littered with dead bodies.

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