If your reading this >.> then die or leave a comment
Guess what? Fear my stories! Ok....you don't have to...
Wings broken, sight blurring. Sounds coming from everywhere. The creature let out a low but otherwise remained silent. It knew it was dying and it didn't bother to struggle against the bonds that Fate given. It felt the blood slowly leaving its body through the bullet wounds spread over its body. It could barely hear the noises coming towards it, but it knew that the hunters were nearing, and that Death, the God of the Underworld, was coming for it. "Look Dad! My bullets hit it! I have slain the dragon!" "Not yet son. The bloody menace is still breathing!" The boy, who was about to jump in the air for joy about slaying his first dragon, faltered and looked at his father in regret. "How much longer till it dies?" "Not too long." The father replied as he watched the dragon, sadness in his eyes. The youngling let out a whine that made the boy cover his ears. "Dad! Put the beast out of its misery! He's crying!" "Sorry Kisvat. You are the one who shot the beautiful creature." "But Father!" The young boy cried out, feeling overwhelmed with sadness. "Mariam will kill me!" "Your choices are your own Kisvat. Your sister is going into the order of the Blood Knights. I cannot help you." "She hasn't been accepted yet! Kisvat cried as he glanced at his father in fear. "You haven't allowed her to join! What can she do?"