Hey guys so this is my first short story! Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you like is! (#TeamNightmare)
The dragon descends towards the valley floor. The people down below scatter like ants and the dragon raises his head up and roars towards the sky. He lands heavily trying to make sure he doesn't break any tents. He curls in on himself his dull blue scales glimmering weakly. The villagers slowly approach the great beast. The dragon releases a small spurt of flame but then coughs. They retreat a little bit and mutter among themselves but then a boy, the age of twelve steps forward. "I won't hurt you" he whispers. The dragon shifts but let's the boy come close. The small being says "show me." And the dragon moves like water flowing over rocks to reveal a pierced wing and broken back leg. Suddenly the child realizes the dragon is covered in dirt and tears prick his eyes to see such a beautiful creature like this. He reaches out his hand slowly and the dragon flinches. Quickly the boy pulls back but soon the dragon sticks his snout out towards the boy and he places his hand on it. The dragon relaxes finally believing he is in good hands. "I will name you Firuzeh after the gemstone that matches your scales!" "My name is Actaeon." The boy called for water and buckets and the villagers brought them. Soon they all were helping to wash down Firuzeh until his scales were sparkling once more and reflected their faces like a mirror. Actaeon himself cleans out the holes in the wings and the leg, with gentle care. He wrapped the dragon's broken leg and finally Firuzeh can breathe and knows he is safe with the kind boy and the sweet villagers. After his leg heals and the holes on his wings close Firuzeh takes off and Actaeon worries he may never come back. The next day however, Firuzeh invites Actaeon to ride him just by crouching near the child. Soon boy and dragon take to the skies and become guardians of their village. News of the dragon spread and the village becomes a town. When Firuzeh and Actaeon die they do it together and a statue is built for the two of them when they first met: a small boy with a nervous hand on a snout not yet knowing what awaits them.
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