This is my second story; I just hope I can write it better than my last one. My imaginary friend, Sarok, kept telling me that I better not write anymore unless I want internal injury in the readers (yes, you'll die of total boredom)…jeez…
There stood a girl with a mask on, in a cave which the people call it the Dragon Cave. It was just a simple name, also easy to understand, because here lives the dragon and a guardian of the dragon.
The guardian stood there, staring at her surrounding, and then she looked at her hair, a beautiful green. On her hand a staff; even just holding it she could feel the power, such a strong power. Her hand slowly lifted up and touched the mask on her face. She remembered, some priests forced this onto her. She was once a dragon, a dragon so strong she could even take on a human form, but those stupid priests put this onto her, so they could control her, she had stayed in human form for the last… how many years was it? She didn't remember, she lose count.
In this place, the dragon she was guarding now had once attack the kingdom nearby, over and over again. After a few discussions between the dragon and the kingdom and also after a few hundred people got burned to death, the dragon finally agreed to leave in peace. But of course, like the fairytales and stories, there's a condition. A girl must be brought to the dragon and they're forced to sing and dance until they die. Every time one dies, another one will replace the former one. They were called "The Dragon Diva".
When the kingdom heard of this, they were so happy about the fact they were free from the dragon, they agreed right away. So, every time the priests in the castle come to choose the next dragon diva, the people would all get out of the way happily and without hesitations. Even if it means a girl would be taken away and be trained to become a dragon diva, which meant they would die before they even reach their eighteen birthdays, no one would stop them.
She looked at the girl with beautiful red-pink hair, singing and dancing with all her might in front of the dragon. After a few more hours, the guardian estimated, she'll probably collapse. And tomorrow she'll sing again after she's waken up, and then she'll collapse again, until she dies, which might be just a few days later. Then she thought, what was the girl's name again? Teto? Yup, that was it. Then she thought, and my name's Miku.
So, who is the next Dragon Diva? She thought.
Yes, I know, this is pretty lousy. If you could, please review and give me some suggestions. It means a lot to me.
Sarok: Because your last story only has one review?
Me: … shut up