Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26108027-20170403202839

The sky itself was being torn apart, he could feel it. The ground below him rumbled as he struggled to get up.

He hefted his sword and charged at the twin lizards, screaming a battle cry.

The dragons roared, and the sky calmed. The ground stopped.

He watched the dragons explode into black dust, adrenaline being the only thing keeping him awake. His heart pounded as he staggered towards the pile of dust that must contain loot.

He reached in, flinching at the feeling of the twins' spirits.

Anger.

Mistrust.

Betrayal.

He pulled out a small box, inspecting it carefully. It must be expensive.

He gently opened the lid, then dropped the box as the contents blasted out, killing him instantly.

The world was casted in shadow, a darkness never to be lifted unless the monsters were destroyed.

But what kind of brave or foolish soul would be able to complete such a task? 