The Boy That Wasn't Enough

A story of a boy that faces a dragon to safe his home.

There was once a boy, but he simply wasn't enough. He was kind, orphaned, playful, brave and a great deal of other things. Jason, was his name. He lived on the streets every since his mother had abandoned him. He lived off rain water and garbage. Plus, whatever the kind people would give him. But they couldn't have been too kind, since they never adopted the lad. Yet, even a penny he appreciated.
He went to the market and bought a cantaloupe that he'd been saving for for about seven weeks. The boy ate the cantaloupe slowly, savoring the sweet juices.
Those streets he roamed were far from paradise! They were torture, yet Jason saw those streets as his home and those people as his own; despite them not seeing him in that same way.
The day was cold and the sky was gray with snow flurries falling. That day ill news was brought from afar, as new from afar often is. In the center of the town a man rode up on a horse. He held a scroll. He stood in the center and people began to congregate in the midst of town. The man spoke loudly, "I come to you with haste, for the last dragon has escaped his prison. Soon will be the dragon's presence here. As you should know, the dragons' internal flame feeds off the wickedness of the souls of man. You ought to be ready. The dragon is weak, for he hasn't fed for nigh a decade. Flee to safety and pray he'll feed not. For his starved death is nigh. It's mere days away from a decade without soul. Safety should be sought in the west mountains. Go now, to safe yourself and to kill the beast. Now, hastily I leave to warn others of the coming devil!" The man jumped on his horse and rode north.
The people of the town quickly gathered their family, small belongings and some food and other supplies. With in half an hour all were gone. Those that had a horse rode and those that didn't walked. Jason hadn't left. Those streets were his home. I'm going fight the beast for this home, he thought. He sat on the street and waited for the dragon. How was he suppose to fight the powerful imminent destruction? Jason asked himself just as much as anyone since has.
Indeed, the dragon came. He flew high above the town, circling it like an overgrown vulture. His black scales reflected what little light seeped through the clouds. From the sky the dragon dove. Jason in fear screamed with the voice of a thousand.
The dragon landed in the center of town and saw the lone boy. "Don't burn this town you devil!" Jason cried.
The dragon seemed to snicker. He blew out some sparks and smoke from his mouth, for all he could do in his weakened state was that, unless he wished to use his entire flame, thus dyeing. Seeing the dragon could breath no fire, Jason sprinted down the narrow streets. The dragon lifted himself into the air with his large and ugly (yet magnificent) flapping wings. The dragon patiently waited for the perfect time to prey upon his salvation. To have the wickedness of a human soul feed his internal flame seemed so heavenly.
Jason knew he had no chance of fighting the dragon, but what Jason wanted all along was the safety of his city. Jason snuck his way through narrow streets and outside the town. The dragon immediately saw him when he came out into the open. Jason began to run as fast as he could. The dragon dove, yet again. This time a hundred feet out of the town. Jason fell on his face just in front of the dragon. The large beast began walking around Jason, going in circles, a round and a round again. Jason lifted his face to the creature.
Jason then figured staying behind was selfish and stupid. Some say it was and others say it was fate. The dragon still circled the lad. Both boy's and dragon's eyes were staring into one another's. "I know you have not enough strength to burn me, so just eat me now," Jason told the beast.
The beast stopped circling and stuck his claw into the boy's face. Jason screamed in pain as his face was torn off. The dragon ate the boy. The dragon screeched with wicked glee. The monster let out a huge breath of fire believing that the boy's soul had given his internal flame fuel, but the boy's soul was without sufficient sin. The dragon died by spewing fire out of his mouth and using the last of his internal flame. The many souls the dragon had fed on were set free.
Some say the dragon would have starved to death, yet others say the dragon would have found a wicked one before his soulless decade finished. I cannot say, but I can say that that dragon was the last of dragon's offspring. But not the last dragon. The oldest and first dragon still lives. Some say she'll bring the end of the world, yet others say she'll be defeated by the soul of Jason. And still, others say this is all legend.

Reviews

[Elina]

I quite enjoyed This! But then, I am rather partial to dragon. ^^ I would certainly recommend a little editing on this (some misspelled words, sentences that don't flow quite right, etc). Bit on the whole, it was a lovely short story.