DJ Hughey- Another morning...

The birds chirped and the forest animals began to rise, as the light pierced through the woods the man rose to his feet feeling the earth between his toes. The man let out a sigh as a large roar ripped through the sky, he knew what this morning would bring. Leaning his head out his window he listened once more for the roar, waiting for the sky to erupt with the beasts’ boom. In a sudden burst of noise, the roar was heard once more. To the untrained ear, this roar sounded like nothing but anger and hatred. But to the man, the roar spoke unto him its own language. He heard the lows and high in such a pitch that he knew exactly what was heading his way, a black dragon. A black dragon is no easy dragon to defeat, to defeat a black dragon one would require a blade cast from a special metal. Furthermore the blade would need to pierce the dragon’s heart perfectly in order to kill it. This would be no easy morning for the man as he reached for his armor lying on the table, no easy morning indeed.

The dragon flew about scorching the earth below with his breath. Though the dragon roared and burned everything in sight, the man put no haste in his step; he needed to make sure he was sufficiently prepared for the fight that would take place. After putting on his armor he immediately headed for the shed further outside, the shed was lined wall to wall with weapons galore. Though there many weapons to choose from, the man knew exactly what he needed to defeat the growing threat outside. Reaching in he withdrew a small black dagger under a stack of books on poisons. Though the dagger looked measly, he knew the powers and danger within. He tightened his grip around the blade, he had only used this blade before, he hoped it would still be of use to him. As he walked outside he whistled forth toward the forest, immediately a horse burst forth from a tree standing eagerly at his side.

Praying that his horse would let him stand tall he mounted the horse and rode off toward the sounds of the beast. Drawing near, armed only with his dagger he looked straight at the beast, it called and roared waiting for a worthy opponent. One that would rise to his challenge and fight to the death. The man looked only forward, his eyes began to glow as his saw the beast land in front of him; it had been waiting for him. Though he felt a small sense of fear at the beast in front of him, his heart belted out his own roar of purpose waiting for the dragon to respond. The dragon stood on his hind legs breathing fire into the sky, accepting the man’s challenge. What commenced was a battle of metal and flame as the dragon encircled the man constantly breathing waves of flames upon him. The man rode around avoiding the flames at all costs; all he could do was thank the heavens for having his horse at his side. All he had to do was wait for the dragon to land once more, and then he could seize his chance.

Once the dragon gave up on burning his opponent, he took a sharp dive jaws open wide going straight for his target. The man immediately took his own dive as he dove to the ground barely managing to roll under the sharp teeth of the dragon. Reaching forward he hooked himself on the neck of the dragon with his free hand and held on tight. The dragon immediately knew he had caught a hitchhiker as he felt a sharp pain in his neck, looking back he saw the man holding onto his dagger as it pierced his scales. Knowing he couldn’t attack from this angle he flew straight for the remnants of an old volcano. However the man was no fool, he knew the lava would have no effect on the dragon’s scales; he would only have a few seconds before he would be melted by the lava. He began to crawl farther down the dragon’s back hoping he could make it in time. As he felt the heat on his back he knew they had made it to the volcano, improvising all he could do was slash at the wing of the dragon. Skewing the dragon’s flight pattern the dragon crashed into the fiery ash near the lava. The man felt himself burning all over standing so close to the volcano’s heat, he was running out of time.

The dragon immediately launched himself once more at his prey, jaws wide open as the fire built inside his throat, the man felt his death swiftly approaching, but in a split second he regained himself and dodged to the side barely avoiding the fiery breath. Grabbing once more in his familiar spot he latch once more onto the beast, this time on his under belly as the beast picked up once more. Before the beast a second to retaliate once more, he immediately stabbed into the beast’s stomach. Using it as a latch his crawled slowly up the dragon until he reached its chest, feeling the life of the beast inches in front of him, the man drove his small dagger as far into the beast as he could. The dragon’s eyes felt his life fade looking under to see the man withdraw his dagger, dripping in a black blood, his fate was sealed. Closing his eyes he slowly descended into the fast approaching ground. Crashing on a nearby beach the man flew off the carcass trying to stabilize his body. After he felt himself finally stop, he looked up to see the dragon’s dead body lying in the sand. It was finished.

Dragging himself back to his home, the sun graced him with its full presence. Not even mid-day and already a dragon, the man laughed to himself. Sighing he stripped his armor and tossed it once more on the table, the dagger he would have to put back later, after he cleaned it of course. Sitting back down on his bed his body gave out all its strength. Another day and he would be back out again, he could never saw no a beasts roar. It gave his heart a leap of purpose and desire to roar back, he could never turn away from a fight. But considering he had just nearly been ripped and burnt on several occasions, he lied back in bed and thought to himself “For another day perhaps…”

In case it wasn’t quite clear, this is what I feel every time I must write a paper. A sense of fear and purpose as I pick up my own small dagger and look at the beast before me, challenging me to fight back, that is my theory of writing, the purpose to answer the roar.