[Tucked into his mailbox were two things. A notebook filled with a bunch of copied notes, what she promised. Then in a small folder is something else. If he were to open it up, it would a nearly written bundle of papers. There was a note on the top of it.
Thanks for your help earlier. I hope this covers our little promise, and it isn't god awful. I haven't thought of a title yet, but here it is.
-Riye]
The Knight chased the dragon to the ends of the earth, at least that was what he planned. Through the ashes of the villagers, the wreckage of homes, and the graves of those who felled before, he fought with the might he had. Sword in one hand and strong in spirit, he pressed on. Injuring the dragon more within each encounter.
One fateful day, the dragon stopped his fire breathing. He stopped his devouring of the ashes of those he killed. His wounds were too great. So when the Knight appeared again, the dragon laid before him. He was too weak, but not weak enough that he wouldn't soon recover. The dragon knew he had few options, and even fewer moments.
The Knight stood in front of the dragon, sword in hand held tightly. Just because he stopped, doesn't mean his stance necessarily halted.
"If you had anything else to say, foul beast, say them with haste; for neither I nor my blade had tired."
The dragon pulled out three orbs and offered them to the Knight. "Your strength is impressive, your spirit had been un-wavered, and your mind sharp. You have surpassed every other Knight I have faced. You are destined for greatness, and I offer you what will make you stronger should you spare my life."
The orbs shone with red, yellow, and blue individually. One danced in fire, the other glistened like the roaring waves, the other sparked like a lightening storm.
"The one in flames shall entrust you with power, passion. Power in strength and soul, since you are surely to find a wife to wed and to protect with all your might. The one with the ocean's waves shall give you wisdom, you shall be wiser than your peers since your mind will be able to see farther. The one that sparks with life and excitement will give you courage, to face every single fear you could ever have-"
The dragon's words was cut short as the Knight drove his blade into the dragon's chest. The sword would sink into his scales with every breath the Knight would take.
"You offer me power and passion, when you have danced in the ashes of my loved ones and allies I swore to protect. You offer me wisdom, when there would be no one to hear any words in the ruined villages. You offer me courage, when I have chased you across the land to end what I started."
The dragon's words turned into whispers, as he soon felled to the cold and dead ground. It would stare into the eyes of the Knight, who had shown pain and anger. There was nothing that relented, and he was going to be sure the dragon heard each word before he passed.
"Do not patronize me with a promise of perfection. I am no man without sin, or regret. But you do not deserve to speak of mercy to me, cowardly beast. Your gifts matter none in a world you sought to destroy."
As the dragon closed his eyes, the Knight stared down at the fallen creature.
Later in the Month
Thanks for your help earlier. I hope this covers our little promise, and it isn't god awful. I haven't thought of a title yet, but here it is.
-Riye]
One fateful day, the dragon stopped his fire breathing. He stopped his devouring of the ashes of those he killed. His wounds were too great. So when the Knight appeared again, the dragon laid before him. He was too weak, but not weak enough that he wouldn't soon recover. The dragon knew he had few options, and even fewer moments.
The Knight stood in front of the dragon, sword in hand held tightly. Just because he stopped, doesn't mean his stance necessarily halted.
"If you had anything else to say, foul beast, say them with haste; for neither I nor my blade had tired."
The dragon pulled out three orbs and offered them to the Knight. "Your strength is impressive, your spirit had been un-wavered, and your mind sharp. You have surpassed every other Knight I have faced. You are destined for greatness, and I offer you what will make you stronger should you spare my life."
The orbs shone with red, yellow, and blue individually. One danced in fire, the other glistened like the roaring waves, the other sparked like a lightening storm.
"The one in flames shall entrust you with power, passion. Power in strength and soul, since you are surely to find a wife to wed and to protect with all your might. The one with the ocean's waves shall give you wisdom, you shall be wiser than your peers since your mind will be able to see farther. The one that sparks with life and excitement will give you courage, to face every single fear you could ever have-"
The dragon's words was cut short as the Knight drove his blade into the dragon's chest. The sword would sink into his scales with every breath the Knight would take.
"You offer me power and passion, when you have danced in the ashes of my loved ones and allies I swore to protect. You offer me wisdom, when there would be no one to hear any words in the ruined villages. You offer me courage, when I have chased you across the land to end what I started."
The dragon's words turned into whispers, as he soon felled to the cold and dead ground. It would stare into the eyes of the Knight, who had shown pain and anger. There was nothing that relented, and he was going to be sure the dragon heard each word before he passed.
"Do not patronize me with a promise of perfection. I am no man without sin, or regret. But you do not deserve to speak of mercy to me, cowardly beast. Your gifts matter none in a world you sought to destroy."
As the dragon closed his eyes, the Knight stared down at the fallen creature.