I carried my sword to the red dragon.
It stared me down like I was a waste.
I was.
And yet what came to me was this horrible feeling of rage and confidence that was unwarranted by my own arrogance. I was bursting with power and so I thought it would be over.
But I was not.
When I started the battle the red dragon flew.
If it wasn't for my abilities. I wouldn't have been able to keep up with its flight.
The thing about the dragons was that they made use of their powers to attack from a distance. They were wise creatures and because they were wise creatures that it came to them probably that there was no reason to face a human on the ground.
I always wondered why my family never returned home.
My father and brother.
They fought and were defeated.
I thought it was bullshit.
I thought that there was a conspiracy
But the truth was much more sad and nightmarish.
The dragons were wise and they were strong.
That was the sole reason they were able to compete with my family. It was the damnable reason why I wasn't able to perform as much as I think it would.
Rage was my sin.
Rage was my fall.
I thought about Angie who begged me not to come.
And perhaps because I had the second chance that made me arrogant.
There were no fancy words when facing a dragon. It saw me brimming with power and thought to itself that he needed to defeat the human in front. If it wasn't for the experience that kept me alive through the wraith's mind. I would have been able to do more.
I couldn't.
And I loathe myself for thinking without acting.
I saw my left arm burnt to crisp at the bullet of fire that was spit out by the dragon. The dragon's slit eyes mocked. I started to produce a spell only for the dragon to use its humongous vocal cords to create an ear bursting sound. My ears popped and I lost hearing.
My body tried to regenerate and yet the dragon spoke in dragon tongue and trapped me in a cage of lightning. It then started to fry me. Every skin and bone in my body disintegrated and I found myself looking at the dragon with my ghostly eyes.
'Foolish human,' the dragon said in a disturbing human voice. 'Do you think ghosts can hurt me? This blood of yours, it seems father had forgotten to kill a waste!'
It spoke another tongue.
Before I could even do anything.
The spell struck my soul and the wraith that accompanied me was sucked in by the red dragon. I felt my power lost and before I could even think of anything else.
I saw my life flash.
I thought of things.
This was my second chance.
And yet I got the idea to fight a dragon without knowing anything.
My soul was torn apart.
And as the last of my consciousness vanishes.
I return to nothing.