Fear was something Rex could admit to being well familiar with. When he was smaller, Rex was afraid of nightmares, of the dark, of monsters and strangers. Of late, he's been afraid of being a failure. A fear that has held power over him for quite some time.
Poker-faced, he stood as he had many times before overlooking the dark shores. Hardly able to draw breath save for the stench of sulfur and death.
Down and down came the creature, drifting slow as it approached the village. Thick clouds of smoke puffed from its nostrils as it made a left turn. In the dim moonlight it's body glittered with scales that shimmered gold and orange. The rest of the beast a deep purple with gold slits for eyes.
The dragon landed, wings wide in the center of the village. It's head low to the ground. It sniffed, long forked tongue tasting the air. The space before its breath shimmered lightly, the grass bending and catching alight.
Rex's heart hammered as if it were about to leap out of his chest. The dragon came closer, its head moving low along the scorched ground. Every time it breathed, it torched a trail of fire across the mountainous landscape. The long tail coiled and uncoiled behind it as the dragon slowly moved forward.
Sweat trickled down Rex's face and neck. Looking down Rex noticed that he couldn't stop shaking. Smoke hung heavy in the night air. It choked Rex, causing him to feel dizzy and sick to his stomach. As the creature came nearer he could hear its scales sliding across one another as though a sword being drawn for battle. Rex watched as its eyes stopped in his direction, picking out his hunched body from the shadows. Soon it would breathe. A breath that would leave him like the rest of this village. A forgotten memory lost in cinders.
Rex smirked to himself, Bring it.