“Long ago, people in our small village would look to the skies every second of the day, just to make sure that everything was as it should be. For a myth known only as ‘the creature’ would patrol the skies searching for a village untouched by its destruction. However unknown to us mere mortals was the creature, who ferociously soared above the clouds, the untamed myth flew instinctively to an unknown destination. As it did the clouds separated, and a pathway was granted for this great evil to pass.
The beast shrieked a sound that could only be defined as pure terror, Its skin was like steel with a distinctive shade of red, much like the colour of a scorching flame. Deep in its dark sea green eyes, a sense of pain, suffering and lifelessness leapt into the heart of any man that dared to look upon them.
Its horns, sharp as knives with points that resembled hanging icicles gave the monster an even more sinister look. The mouth of this creature had teeth like no other, intimidating, decaying spikes.
The bone white, razor sharp claws at the end of both arms brewed fear into the most courageous of souls. Its chest, a towering thick-skinned belly made up its tremendous size. Its deformed legs travelled in-line with its tail, their movements almost snake like with a mind of their own.
Along its neck and tail were tall, proud golden fins. Its wings powered its colossal body through the mist-covered sky at blinding speeds.
Thunder bellowed around the ageless creature. The wind, not strong enough to move it from its course, blew brutally around it. As this creature flew through the sky its only follower was it’s own shadow.
Reputation had proceeded it and mortal men on the ground ran, not only from the silhouette of the creature against the blanket of clouds but also from the stories of it’s past which had been handed down through the generations of man.
It Descended from above the heavens with precision and accuracy. Crushing the earth beneath him, the beast landed imprinting the soles of it’s disfigured feet. The beast shuffled towards a silver sword measuring no longer than two meters in height, it was simple with no decorations and shone with immense light. The sword was placed unusually, not with the blade pierced into the ground but it’s handle.
As it shuffled an odd walk, the beast took no notice of what surrounded it as it was drawn to this sword. It’s eyes blinded to everything but this.
It was suffering with what it had become. It was conscious of the pain and death it brought with it wherever it went. It knew of how it was feared and hated and it was not blind to the destruction it had caused. For some reason it knew that it could never control its urge to cause the suffering, nor could it control it’s past revisiting him. It had hated what it had turned into and it hated what it would become.
Its future was inevitable, like destiny. It could never decide whether to do good or evil, its life was written in stone. It wanted to know what grievous crime it had done to deserve a life such as this, it thought that the afterlife held the answers. It wanted to end this life of eternal debt. It was going to end its penance, A penance wrongfully sentenced.
Towering over the sword that gleamed in the absence of light, The beast looked down upon its executioner. A storm had started; bullets of rain dropped from the sky and were destroyed upon impact on the beast’s skin. The clouds had thickened and the thunder crackled around the beast. This was going to be its final resting-place.
Pitch black and with no where to go the dragon ascended into the sky. It glimpsed at the clouds that were its home and security from the world beneath. Both wings closed forming a cape around its body and the titanic beast hurtled like a comet down to the blade. The sound of bone crushing and snapping echoed throughout the plain. Its skin had been ripped apart and its black blood stained with sin, flowed from it’s body like a great river.
Warmth had left the fallen creatures corpse, as did its pain and suffering. It was granted it’s freedom only in death, it’s body had been it’s prison and it’s conscience it’s only key.
And for sacrificing its life, the people of the village feel obliged to sacrifice one day of the year to give thanks to the creature that gave up its life for us.”