The Dragon's HealerA Chapter by Michael J. RichardsThe once brilliant
creature lay before him in a pool of black blood, a stark contrast against the
silver scales. How strange he thought at first, before composing himself
to repair the injury. The magic named a
price: a healing this extensive would require a great sacrifice, but he could
not stand to have the dragon suffer. However, the price was not named
instantly, leaving the remorse for later. He rested his
hands over the chest wound, letting the magic flow. First it scabbed the wound,
then knit bone and muscle and finally flesh. As the stained
dragon tentatively flapped her wings, the price was named. You will never
be able to fly again. He wept, now
commissioned to stay in his current form. He supposed unhappily, that if the
gods willed he be a dragon healer, then a dragon healer he must be, at the cost
of his freedom. © 2010 Michael J. Richards |
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Added on June 13, 2010 Last Updated on June 13, 2010 AuthorMichael J. RichardsAboutI'm 17, and write poetry. Yes, I'm a guy. Yes, I write poetry. Something wrong with that? I don't like sports very much, but I do swim when I can find time. I play violin, guitar, and piano...I'.. more..Writing
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