Melissa Armeda
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Sometimes-poet. Sometimes-novel writer. Lover of food and pets of any kind.
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the Grand Master's Dragon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They appeared in the last century, with the return of the elders. The pilgrimage of both parties to our little village wasn’t unexpected, either. Their arrival on the second of June was foretold by our resident soothsayer. What was unexpected was the appearance of the Grand Master. He arrived in the early morning, on the back of a large, green, Armored Striker. The boy and his mount were both cloaked in thick black chainmail that swished at the dragon’s large scaly feet. When the garments were finally removed—with the help of several giants—the Master was finally revealed. He was dark-haired. Skinny like a corpse, with red glowing eyes. And to our great amazement, he was not a man. He was a boy.
By Melissa Armeda4 years ago in Fiction
