We heard the sound of it, and felt the earth tremble beneath our feet. We were too late, I realized as that lone, black plume of smoke rose in the northern sky. But we kept running anyway. Truly, there was no heart left in me to run, but I ran with them. It was better, I thought, to die, to rush in and die, to die with my friends, to die fighting, than to flee. Let us die together, and let us die bravely. There was nothing more to do. The world had ended. The dragons had been let loose.
Drabble: When the Dragons Were Released
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