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 my slave, Rbelyvz (Pronounced belly dance, don’t ask).
“Down, you monster. I’m trying to sleep here.”
Rbelyvz glared at me. “Has't thee forgotten who is the more powerful one hither? With one breath, I could light thee on fire. You'd receiveth burned to a crisp!”
That’s another thing about dragons in 3029. They still speak Shakespearean English. Honestly.
“And you’ve forgotten that I hold the radioactive leash around your neck. One pull and you’d be dead. Now you filthy mutt, prepare a bath for me.”
Rbelyvz grudgingly left the room. It may seem like I’m an animal abuser, but dragons are demons. Before 2018, humans and dragons coexisted peacefully. But then one day, the dragon Opus went on a massacre and killed 200 humans. It was hopeless, opus.
A war between the dragons and humans ensued. Although the dragons were larger and more powerful, we were warriors and we won. I’m a believer in justice. After the Dragon War, I enslaved the son of the very dragon that killed my parents in the conflict.
Rbelyvz plodded into my bedroom. His eyes were a bright gold. When dragons take a dump, their eyes change colour for a whole hour.
“I has't addressed thy bath, master. Is thither anything else thee wanteth?”
“Yeah.” I scowled, after walking to the bathroom. “You peed in the bathtub.”
“Yeah, I didst. So?”
I picked up a glass cup and hurled it at him. “What are you thinking, you idiot? Are you crazy?”
Dragons have fast reflexes. Rbelyvz caught the glass with his talons and turned back to stare at me solemnly. “Aye, I bet mine life I am crazy.”
Before I could ask him what he meant, Rbelyvz mouthed almost silently, “It’s time.”
Rbelyvz leapt up and exhaled a great ball of fire. Startled, I let go of the leash that bound him to me. It slid off Rbelyvz and he ended up free. The glass shattered into fragments. Colossal flames erupted everywhere, and the thunder outside didn’t help me either. Rbelyvz was escaping out the window when suddenly, he flew back to me.
“Thee can't censure one for the misdeeds of others. Like how thee can't censure all Germans for the worketh of Hitler.”
Then my former slave flapped his mighty wings and was gone.
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