We asked our readers to write a short piece of creative writing related to dragons. Here is one of the entries. It has not been edited.
There was nothing but darkness. I heard a sound behind me and turned, and came face to face with the gloominess. There was nothing to see except the tenebrous surroundings. No one to help me. The disappearance of 3 teenagers last month and a further 3 farmers the month before had put our peaceful town into disarray and chaos. The only credible evidence being that of disillusioned eyewitnesses and psychotic old people testifying that a creature of unfathomable size, illuminating scarlet eyes and viridescent, scaled-skin was responsible only led to disillusion and paranoia. A folklore scenario wasn’t to be accepted by the families of the victims looking for closure. But with no definite scenario, the town was ordered into strict curfew by 7 o’clock. With the disappearances coincidentally scheduled during full moons, the superstitions grew, prompting some fortunate people to escape the oncoming carnage. It occured on schedule the third time. The number held astounding significance in Norse Mythology. 3 progeny of Loki, 3 Norns, 3 children of Bor, the 3rd full moon to be the beginning of the end. A fitting origin of an equally terrifying creature. As I lay in bed trying to sleep, the dragon roared. Once the moon reached its highest point in the sky, a roar of deafening proportions quaked through the town, enough to scare my slumber away. As I made my way out, I saw the creature. A creature that petrified me enough to think of only one word and not think of even waking my family. RUN. And I did. I made my way through the damp, dark trees, with light provided by the burning town reduced to charred bones and ash. As the dragon flew closer to me, tears fell from my eyes. Tears for my lost family and friends. Tears for those never to come back. Tears for the fact that this was my end. And then, the ground suddenly gave way under me and I fell. As the dragon peered over me, I glanced towards my surroundings and saw an engraved hammer. As I quickly grasped onto its handles for protection, its ancient knowledge poured into me. Mjölnir. Put to rest under this town for one reason only. To be used by the Incarnate to slay the serpent, the mortal enemy of Thor and all his incarnations. All his incarnations, which included me. Me, against the Jörmungandr.