So, I have joined the 100 drabble challenge! I hope you enjoy my drabble attempts.
Prompt: Fire
Smaug flew towards the pitiful town, thinking of its approaching destruction. The people of Laketown had helped the small thief, of course they had. Well, they would pay the price. They would never forget the fire he would rain down upon them.
Fire.
It was such a useful thing. He could use it to clear away all his enemies, or to kill things to eat. So hot and bright, none but the strongest of creatures were able to live in its wake. But he was one of the strong. Men were weak, so weak it was almost boring to defeat them. The puny resistance of the Lake-dwellers would be crushed in a few short blasts of his inescapable flames.
He WAS fire.
He was death.
