Archonix's scraps and bits

by archonix

Brynstingr Excerpt 2

"You took her from me."

Twilight raised her head, snorting ash and dust from her nostril. The dragon, its hide soaked in black blood and ichor and cradling one foreleg across its broad chest, glared at her from atop its broken perch.

"I was your friend once."

The words came unbidden. She hauled at the ground with her good leg, trying to lift herself upright, flapping one wing uselessly for balance. The other hung, broken, at her side.

He shook his head. "You were more, but she was yet more than that," he said, letting his injured arm fall. He stumbled from the perch, his legs barely holding his weight as he dropped to the ground before Twilight. The dragon took a careful step but then faltered and sprawled out on his belly with a thunderous groan.

Blood poured freely from the wounds in his side now, soaking the ash and soil to mud, bitter and black as pitch.

Comments

[FanOfMostEverything]

You have captured so much tragedy in fewer than five hundred words. A shame you've scrapped this.