(AN) This is a story I wrought for english class the dragon is based on kilgara and this is writen from the pov of a nameless faceless person that died in the dragons atack in season 2

Telling My Story From Beyond The Grave

I watched the dragon come, it was huge, bigger than anything I have ever seen, it was a dark color that almost let it blend into the night sky, if not for the flames that came from him.

I watched shocked, as the dragon swooped down vomiting fire and smoke, burning our homes to the ground and killing our families as everyone ran for cover.

I was forced to watch, as the once peaceful night turned in to a blood bath. I saw my home go up in flames and the people that I care about burning. I heard their screams, felt the heat of the fire as it raged around me. I could taste the smoke on the back of my throat so potent it almost made me gag

Everything was going up in flames. I saw the tavern catch fire. The flames were bigger and hotter than the flames around them. I noticed how the stone walls of the tavern didn't so much burn as they did melt, Kind of like candle wax.

I noticed that there were at least three men too drunk to realize what's going on. They just kept saying "uuuo pretty colors".

Some people might have thought that was funny but to me it was just sad, that their last moments of life will be nothing but a drunken haze. They were too drunk to realize that they should find their families and say good bye.

The dragon's flames came down on the tavern again, killing everyone it could, including the three drunk men. After staring for what felt like hours I finally got my feet to move.

I ran down a small street to my left away from where the dragon currently was. I heard a roar that seemed to shake the very walls around me. Like a mini earth quake.

I ran faster, causing the heavy smoke to sting my eyes and make them water. Now that I could barely see, I relied more on my other senses.

I could hear the pained screams of my fellow people. I could smell the burning flesh of my friends, it smelled like burnt meat. I could feel the heat coming from the walls around me. If I didn't know any better. I would say I was in hell, or at the very least in hell on earth.

I finally got to a place that was a bit better, less smokey. I could see again, but what I saw, I wish I had not. My beloved city, my home, was burning almost as bright as the sun in the dark night.

As everything burned, the thing that stood out the most was the castle the walls of it, melting and the flags, the flags that have always stood proud in front of the castle are no more than ashes now.

As I listened more carefully, I heard people yelling names, looking for loved ones. Names I knew, which made me sick to my stomach. I closed my eyes and prayed that I was dreaming.

The flames rising ever higher and the smoke getting thicker made it harder to stay where I was.

I really had to leave, when the flames grew so hot that I might as well have been in an oven, I could almost feel my skin burning off my bones. Still hoping I was dreaming I pinched myself so hard that I could no longer deny that what was happening was real, so I started running again.

As I ran I could hear the terrifying roar of the dragon, the beat of the wings as he came closer to me. I could feel my heart pumping out of my chest as the dragon landed in front of me.

I couldn't move, my body frozen in fear from the staring contest I had with the beast. The last thing I remember, is seeing fire coming at me, feeling my skin being burned off my bones and crying out in pain, before finally, slipping in to blissful darkness.

(AN) Thank you for reading and hopefully you will reviwe and tell me what you think