SHOUMADEN
Prologue (Tetei)
Death is all around me. They have come over us like a pack of wolves, feasting on those weaker than themselves. Horrid creatures, those are, all mouths and claws and whipping tails they wrap around their victims to keep them from fleeing.
And one of them has got me. I struggle against its vice-like grip, batter at it with fists and nails and power. It is no use. It is so much stronger than I am, its tough, scaly hide impervious to my attacks.
I know I should be feeling something, anything, at the sight of my friends and family being slaughtered, but inside of me, there is nothing but an empty void. It's like I'm already dead. I'm not even scared. Not anymore. We were the last of our kind; the very last who survived...
The creature tightens its grip and I scream, the last air crushed from my lungs. I can't breathe. Darkness is falling. Not much longer. This is the end, isn't it?
Something crashes into us and I am falling, still trapped in the beasts tight embrace. It doesn't hurt as I hit the ground. Suddenly, that stifling hold around my chest relaxes and, dazed, I struggle to my feet. A dragon is writhing on the ground, leathery wings whipping the air.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!! Fucking dragon!"
A man is stumbling from the twitching creature, cursing as he clutches his head. He blinks as he notices me, a slow grin spreading over his face.
"Well, you should do."
As he reaches out to me I suddenly notice his clawed right hand. He touches me and my breath hitches, all life draining out of me. The last thing I see are the slitted eyes of a cat.
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