I stood at the entrance of the cave, staring in, breathing heavily. I knew this day would come, I knew I had to face it. I walked in slowly, not wanting my presence to be known, I knew that my best bets of wining laid in this being a surprise attack. I could hear it’s breath, louder than my own, causing my stomach to tighten in knots.
‘What have I gotten myself into?’, I thought, ‘Why am I here? Is this even worth it?’. I knew the answers to all these questions, so I continued.
The cave was black and my eyes could barely adjust and in defeat I closed them. Losing my favourite sense, I now had to depend on my nose, ears and hands to get me to where I needed to go. I didn’t even know what I was looking for, I’ve never seen it or been near enough to touch it. All I knew was that today was the day, there was no more delaying it.
I reached out my right hand to feel the rocky walls, and I followed it, going deeper and deeper inside the cave. The breathing getting lounder and louder and my nose was met with the smell of rotten flesh. I knew I was approaching my mark.
The deeper I got the lighter it became, that even with my eyes closed I could sense the flashes of light through my eyelids. I stopped walking and the smell became more poignant and unbearable, and I slowly opened my eyes, and there it was.
It laid there, at least 50 feet tall, with a tail that was taller than my 5 feet 9 inches frame. It had a burnt orange colour, with beautiful, mesmerising scales all around. I reached out my hand to touch, before catching myself in the suicidal act. I knew I had to remember my purpose, I had to remember the plan. It had teeth that no doubt could break my bones in one bite, and horns at the top of its head that were just as sharp. I realised that the flashes of lights came from its nose, that every time it exhaled, puffs of fire escaped its nose, allowing the cave to light up.
I could see a pile of meat in one corner, surrounded by flies and rats. I could see that I did not belong there. That this was a temporary stop, and I had to do this as quick as possible, so I could go back to my life.
As if it could sense me, it opened his eyes and looked directly at me. I froze, not fully understanding what it meant for my plans until it was too late. I knew that facing my dragon whilst it slept was a difficult task, but killing my dragon whilst woke, was an impossible one. I knew I had to act quickly after already losing the element of surprise.
‘Would it have time to fight back?’, I thought as I charged ahead with my sword in hand, ‘Could I possibly win?’. It began to rise, raising its humongous body slowly off the ground.
I struck the sword where I’d been taught to strike, at the throat, before it was even halfway up. The sword pierced through its neck and I withdrew it, as blood dripped from the silver blade. I watched as the dragon fell back, surprise in it’s face.
‘This wasn’t so hard’ I thought, as I suddenly became overpowered with exhaustion. Although the battle itself had only taken minutes, the preparation and planning had taken months. And it all hit me at once. I fell to the ground with the sword still in my hand,
‘Is it dead’ I thought ‘Am I?’.
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