The plan had seemed so simple when they explained it to me. We were going to send out a small and harmless dragon to distract the campers while our leader went for the flag. It had been my very first game of Capture the Flag. I just wish it hadn't been my last.

I was crouched beside an old log, the long roots that jutted out from one of it's ends hid me from sight. I was supposed to lead any campers that strayed too close, away from the area, while a few of the other hunters roused the sleeping monster they had found several days earlier. We thought that it was too small to be considered dangerous. We were terribly wrong.

Suddenly there was a horrible screeching roar of a dragon and high-pitched screams of girls followed it. Merely moments later a dragon burst through the bushes. It really was small, perhaps the size of a large mountain lion, but that didn't make it any less vicious. It stopped, it's long neck held it's diamond shaped head high in the air. It sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. Then that terrible head whipped towards my hiding place. My heart pounded violently in my throat as I realized that it had caught my scent. In fear, I launched a couple arrows at it. It roared in irritation. I had just made it even more angry then it already was.

I stood and had just begun to sprint away when it flung out it's long, powerful tail and whacked me down on to my side. Spluttering and coughing out dirt and soil, I forced myself to stand up and again tried to get away, but seemingly faster than lightning, the dragon struck at me. I once again collapsed to the ground, clutching my shoulder, writhing in pain from it's terrible bite. I felt for my weapons, but all of my arrows had been scattered across the ground.

No, no, no, no, no, no, I thought. This was not what was supposed to happen!

I stared up at the horrible scaly green-black monster. It held it's head poised above me. It blinked down at me, it's strangely cat-like eyes held no pity, just terrible hatred. Heaving sobs of terror and pain escaped me. The dragon pulled back it's dark, scaly lips to reveal sharp, jagged, shark-like teeth.

I could just barely hear the sound of footsteps running towards me, and then I saw my fellow hunters break through the underbrush. Unfortunately for me, they had arrived just mere seconds to late, for the dragon struck once again. I cried out as it ripped through my flesh. Now I could barely breathe, my ears rang, my eyelids were slowly growing heavier with every passing second. There were gasps of horror, screams, and anxiety filled murmurs. After what seemed to me like forever, The Hunters finally raised their bows, took aim, and pulled back their silver arrows.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The dragon fell down dead beside me. I nearly laughed in hysteria, when I noticed that it's head looked like a pincushion. My wonderful friends gathered around me, our leader ordered a couple girls away to call for help. I tried to smile at their concern, but I knew it was too late for me.

I closed my eyes.

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