Dragon

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This is another short story that I wrote for The Write Practice ‘Word on Wednesdays’ – the word this time was Vociferous. I may re-write this at some point – extend it and use some synonyms  for vociferous.

 

They were vociferously unanimous in agreeing to the plan, this disparate group of tribe leaders and their henchmen. They had finally found a cause about which they could put aside their many differences, and work together to rid the land of the Dragon.

This huge unwieldy monster had come uninvited into their historically fought over territory one night, in the middle of a crackling, drenching, thunderous storm. The Dragon was every bit as vociferous as the storm itself – booming and crashing and stomping through the forests, felling trees with a swoop of its mighty wings and crumbling villages under its ungainly feet.

“THIS BEAST MUST DIE!” cried the chief of the most vociferous tribe, “OR WE WILL DIE TRYING!”

A mighty roar erupted from the other men, as they shook their swords and shields in the air. Their hearts pounded, their lungs heaved, their limbs pulsed, ready for action. They would take down the Dragon as one. And he who carved out its heart and held it aloft for all to see would be heralded the bravest, most noble chief of all time.

At the edge of the clearing, the least vociferous, smallest tribe member sat alone on a fallen log, chewing at the end of one of her long, flame coloured plaits. Her bright blue eyes had silently taken in the scene before her; her small pixie-like ears had heard their cries. But she knew a better way. She would take the Dragon out on her own, without ending its existence and without cutting out its heart.

She took the pendant out of the little cloth bag that always hung across her shoulders. It glowed with a pinkish-purplish hue, and felt warm in the palm of her hand. She tied the lace around her neck; the pendant lay on her chest. She felt its rhythm synchronise with her heart beat – ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom.

Tonight the Dragon would leave the valley for good. And she would go with it.

 

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