I knew a day like this would come—
A day when the dragonkind would fall at the hands of another race.
But never—did I imagine it would be by the hands of...
"A Troll, Huh?"
I stared at the hulking mass of muscle, towering nearly four meters, his fist still dripping with the blood of the struck down Dragon Queen. And all it took... one punch.
"You are wide open, lizard!"
In that moment of disbelief, my attention wavered, allowing a Troll to swing its crude sword towards me.
I whipped my tail around, the impact cracking through the air and sending the brute crashing into the dirt.
The Queen lay motionless, her scales unmarred save for a single, gaping wound that pierced straight through her chest.
'The legendary Queen of Dragons… slain by one of the lowest species in the food chain, how ironic.'
"ROAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!"
A red dragon roared in fury the moment it saw the Troll King tearing the Queen’s heart from her chest, then hurled itself at the monster in blind rage.
More dragons followed, charging at the abomination.
Should I join?
I turned my head back toward the Troll King, only to be greeted with the twisted grin on its face as it chewed on the Queen's heart, sending chills down my spine.
That was all the answer I needed.
I spread my wings and leapt into the stormed sky, away from the abomination.
Some may call my action as treason and may even brand me as a traitor and coward.
I might even regret my choice in the future.
But at the end of the day, I’ll still be alive to feel the regret.
Then came the scream—raw, piercing, filled with agony.
I glanced back once more.
The Troll King was twisting a random dragon’s neck as if the dragon was nothing but a toy.
I take it back, there is nothing to regret about my choice, I whispered to myself, forcing my wings to beat harder.
And so I flew, without even looking back avoiding the screams and death cries.
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