Dragonlover678

Everything Has a Beginning: Ch.4: Remembrance of One's Past I stood in front of the burning house. The flames light reflecting off my eyes as the smoke continued on a pointless journey into the star-filled night sky. The pieces of the roof falling in and the family inside coughing and yelling at each other to get out and attempting to open the blocked windows and back door, or opening that would lead outside. Eight years I've been hunting the man that killed my parents, but spared me and my sister while we were only hatchlings, in some sick attempt to be a big bad-ass dragon killer. I travelled from state-to-state before I finally found out

I woke up the next morning. I lifted my head and looked in Safforn's stall; she was lying there, sleeping. I heard thunder in the distance, which meant that yet another storm was coming. I felt no pain whatsoever in my chest. I slowly stood up, again, no pain. I slowly took off the fabric. It was wrapped around my chest quite a number of times, but after about a minute, it was off completely. I looked at where I was shot the first time, and saw a one-and-a-half long cut with stitching. By the looks of it, I would say that it has healed quite a bit, and maybe I could get the stitching out in about a month. I looked at where I was shot the seco

This weekend wasn't actually that bad. I killed my first whitetail buck on saturday. It was pretty awesome :D.