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[Ranger of the North]

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A single breath
And then it fell
The screams of death
The warning bell
I can still hear it even now, ringing in my ears
Another mistake
I tried to save them
The lives I take
From every human
Just because they, on a whim, sailed in my sea
Graveyard of ships
Of boats I sank
Each one slips
To the sandy bank
Cruel creatures, like myself, live in their worst fears
Blood on my claws
Lives torn apart
Blood on my jaws
My broken heart
It's not my fault they're all afraid of me

I tried to write a poem from the dragon's perspective. I didn't do very well... I wrote a story on the previous page too.

[DeMaizu]

The dragon circled the shipwreck, flames that shouldn’t have been there misting from his mouth. He was huge, impossibly so, dwarfing the vessel beneath him. A rumble emanated from the goliath, rushing through the water like a shockwave; This is mine. The ghosts here, under my rule. Sharks stayed well away from the wreck, knowing full well they were out of their league, even more so than the krakens and whales that usually dominated the waters. This went on for days, weeks, months − entire decades. Finally, after ages of swimming in a tight circle, the dragon let out a rumbling sigh and curled up with the ship nestled inside its talons. He and the ship glowed, steadily brighter, with an eery deep, deep blue iridescence. Then they disappeared.
A boy lay on the shore of an unheard of island, a ship-in-a-bottle on his chest. His hair was blue − the same as the dragon’s scales. Wind blew through, ruffling his sand-encrusted hair. The wind blew in a whirlwind, slowly forming into the shape of a transparent elfin woman. Her hair was swept up, swaying in the wind she emanated.
“Kip,” she said, her voice as airy as the rest of her. “You can’t keep hiding from them.”
The boy slowly opened his eyes, ocean green. “Why not?” He sat up, clutching the bottle in his hands as if he thought it might be blown away. “I hid from you this long.”
She blew out a huff of exasperated breath. “But I still found you. And besides, that’s not my point.” He turned and raised an eyebrow. “You need to go back and tell them you made a mistake.”
His eyes flashed, the pupils thinning until they were like a cat’s. “I didn’t make a mistake,” he growled. “I just−”
“Yes, yes,” She said, waving her hands. “A miscalculation. It’s just a fancy way of saying you messed up. She didn’t flinch when he snarled, baring fangs that shouldn’t have been able to fit in his mouth. “For one of the oldest dragons, you have such a childish attitude.”
He hmphed. He let go of the bottle, the glass slowly loosening from his grip. “They’re gone,” He said softly. His head drooped as he stared at the bottle and the ship inside, now resting on his lap. “And they’re not ever coming back, are they?”
The wind spirit rolled her eyes and wacked his head. “So what?” She demanded. “You’re still the mighty Kirialpen. Just apologize to their ghosts and hope they forgive you.” She paused. “Also, I wasn’t necessarily talking about the souls in the ship.”
He blinked, rubbing his head. “What do you mean?” He asked warily.
“The other dragons,” She explained. “They think you’re dead.”
“Good.” He snapped. “Keep it that way. I have no business with them anymore.”
She whacked her forehead. “No, that’s not good! They’re your family − by species if not by blood. Dragons have to stick together, remember? There’s less than a third of your kind left. Don’t you think−”
“I said, let’s keep it that way. After what they did, I have no intention whatsoever of going back to their society.”
She faltered. “You say ‘them’ like you’re not part of that anymore.” She noted, narrowing her eyes. “Why are you so bent on rejecting them?”
He sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He flicked his fingers, and the wind spirit was sucked away by an invisible force. Her eyes were wide with dismay, and she opened her mouth to tell him something else, but before she could get the words out she was gone. Kip the dragon boy closed his eyes, hugging the bottle to his chest again.
It was a few days later, when he was exploring the mass of land he’d created, that he met her. The human girl.


Ta-da! Here's my story. I ended with my favorite thing; cliffhanger! Wahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

[Ranger of the North]

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[DeMaizu]

How soon is this one ending again?

[Ranger of the North]

*finds first page*

*clicks picture*

um, tomorrow

*flares umbrella and waits for the storm*