there was no warning, no sign.
his eyes simply shut, and he fell into a sleep from which he would never wake again. the hunters who had pursued him, who had wanted the glory of slaying the great beast, who had been his mortal enemy and yet closer to him than any other creature to the very end, they all wept for him, for the passing of the earth's last dragon.
30 minutes this time. whoo.
playlist: coldplay
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