Golden plated swords, eagle emblazoned shields, armor molded from the finest steels, and 300 warriors ready to face the beast.
It was a fire breathing, black, skeletal winged dragon, with scales that no ordinary sword could penetrate. Its eyes were as red as the blood of the lives it had stolen. But the 300 remained still, not a hint of fear present as they faced the beast that wanted to destroy everything they protected and preserved since they were born.
As it flapped its huge wings and let out a screech, a gust of wind nearly stumbled a young one over.
“You stand before me, thinking you could defeat me? I have stolen so many lives, but I would spare your’s today if you would give it up,” the beast said, in a nasty deep voice.
“Give up our gems we will not!” the young one replied.
The beast laughed falsely. “You would rather die than give up your gem?”
“I’d rather kill you than give up my gem,” the young one corrected and the beast chuckled.
“You? Kill me? You are barely a warrior!”
“Let’s stop the chit chat shall we?” the young one boldly spoke.
“Fine!” the beast roared as he breathed down large flames of blue upon the 300 warriors.
As the beast landed before them, it clawed with its giant talons, swung its wings at the warriors, and didnt spare them from his flaming breath.
But not one warrior fled as they charged and jabbed their swords at it, leading it to a trap they have previously set up.
As it fought the minute warriors, in comparison to its size, it didnt realize it was following their path and with one footing, its legs fell into separate pits of sharpened wood.
Screeching, the beast tried to free itself, but the pits were too deep, and the more it struggled, the more rooted it became.
With the distraction of the many warriors, as they tried to pin it down, the young one jumped onto the back of the beast and drove the golden plated sword through its skull and into its brain. With one last screech, the dragon fell flat on the ground, dead.
The warriors cheered at their victory. The beast was constantly out to steal their gems, but it would never do so again.
These gems were their imagination, it was the key to fantasy. And they protected it.
When I see 300 people willing to not give up on their childhood fantasies and imaginations, I see 300 warriors slaying dragons, rescuing maidens and battling krakens. It is the world of which we may not live in, but a world of which we could always escape in to.
This story was merely to give tribute to the 300 subscribers who still hold on to their gift of imagination. Also not forgetting to thank you guys for your support by constantly reading my stories 🙂 You guys rock!
Oh, and a reminder, you can get my e-book at only USD3 for the month of December! You can support me and help me take another step closer to my dreams by getting a copy for yourself, reading it, and then giving me feedback! Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you would like to purchase one. This would definitely help me keep my writing going!
Once again, to those 300 brave warriors who slayed the beast of busyness, work and stress just to keep your imaginations alive, thank you for your support! I wouldn’t have continued writing if I didn’t have 300 subscribers as moral support 🙂