Gemma Ellithorn

The Secrets of the Sword

There weren't always dragons in the valley, they swarmed the villages leaving no survivors, only blackened skeletons of what they were. Sometimes if you were lucky, you survived, but most of the villagers were brutally slaughtered. Cil woke up to a deafening roar he shot out of bed and ran to his window. To his dismay he saw flames billowing from the stone thatch houses and people screaming in terror. His door was kicked open and his father rushed to his side “Cil run! Take my sword and my ring go... get out of here! "Cil nodded he was too terrified to speak. He ran out the house rushing through the village and out of the gate, he looked back to get one last glimpse of his father who was fighting one of the dragons then he saw something that chilled his soul. The evil beast spat bright purple flames at his father who in that moment disappeared he craned his neck to see him again but alas he couldn’t, Cil feared the worst, he ran and ran till he was on a hill overlooking the smoke and flames that was all that remained of his village. Tears fell uncontrollably down his face as he watched the fire destroy everything he knew and loved; he sat down on the cold hard ground and began to cry. “What am I going to do now” he thought.