"AHH!!"
"Wa-water! Get the mages..."
"Help me!"
"Where are the guards?! What is going on here?!"
"It's a dragon! Run!!"
Despair and destruction. It's been a while since I've smelled the distinct aroma of death this thick in the air outside of a dungeon. No, actually I don't think I've ever smelled this at all. Not this real anyway. It was a game before, but this is real. People are actually dying. Once again, people are dying, because of me.
"AHH!"
There's one...
"GAHH! AHH! FIRE! I'M BURNING! HELP ME! HE-"
There's another. So many people, dropping like flies, but my heart...
"That... That can't be a..." Farley stutters, his words trying to deny what his eyes can clearly see.
"Is that..." Lyza starts, gazing at the creature that's currently terrorizing the skies above Harge village. "A dragon?!"
"If only we'd prepared for the attack sooner huh," I remark solemnly with a shrug. I wonder what face I'm making right now. I hope no one is paying attention.
