...The noise was deafening, the dark screeching over-powered the chanting of the desperate men. A blanket of spears covered the city. The darkness seaped through the gates like countless locusts swarming on to a farmer's field. The sight was grim; carcasses lying on the ground as if it was theirs; blood hiding the sun in the sky. But this was the last straw. The dragon was released. The carcasses that layed in their own blood had now been incinerated by the dragon.
A young warrior released his arrow, the only arrow, into the air. It stood out from the other arrows, it was like a light guiding you through the darkness. The saviour.
By Pav.
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