Destruction: Rebirth's requisite.
A call to battle.
By Mara BlackledgePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Fire burst from her chest. At last. The birth of her dragon was imminent, and thus, the final moments of her life.
Swarms of battlemen around her. Ally, foe, all of them screaming, all of them fleeing blood and death.
Tears of terror, of agony, of desperate hope, she blinked away.
As her fire peeled the charred flesh from her bones, she erupted into a scream of base terror, and anguish, and exhilaration.
From her, a colossal dragon of scales and flame emerged. Its screech killed all sounds of battle. The creature's wings unfurled, and trembled, and she took flight.


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