Piece 02
A fantasy flash fiction of a hunter after a baby drakon.
I crawled through the leafy undergrowth slowly, careful not to make a sound. Every twig that snapped under me sent a jolt of anxiety through my chest. I was utterly screwed if this damn baby drakon with its abnormally heightened sense of hearing found me before I struck it. It was already ravaging the area around it, stomping its clawed feet on bushes and smaller animals and roaring so loud I feared for my eardrums. I was thankful for the noise, however; it would have sensed me a long while ago if it wasn’t for the commotion.
Once I was just behind one of its brick-red, chair-sized feet, I adjusted my grip on my spears, one in each hand. I took a second to close my eyes and inhale deeply, calming my mind because shit was about to go down.
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Alright, I thought to myself, time to take this brute down.
Opening my eyes, I launched myself upward, latching onto the beast’s leg with my right spear. It wailed in pain, but I hadn’t even started yet.
I impaled my left spear as far up into its leg as I could reach, hoisting my body up. I followed with my right spear.
After what felt like ages of this agonizing process, I reached its torso, arms burning. I ran across the length of its back, nearly falling off a dozen times with how much it moved.
I stopped just above the drakon’s heart, its only soft spot. It flung itself around, in an attempt to get me off its back. Stay still, dammit.
Struggling to maintain my balance, I abandoned one of my spears. I raised the other high, holding it with both hands. It shook itself once more, desperately, as if it knew what was coming. Gathering all the strength in my body, I smashed the spear down towards it. It pierced straight through its thick hide and impaled its heart. The creature gave one last mighty roar before falling over, limp, leaving me to roll off its body.
I left the spear still stuck in it for the collectors to deal with. Covered in mud, leaves, and bruises, I limped away from its lifeless form, heading back to the base, eager to get some rest after being thrown around for three whole days.
I looked back at the fallen beast, still only a child, just once.
A shame, really, I mused. You could’ve grown into something magnificent if you hadn’t been so headstrong.
I turned around and walked away.
Author’s note — Thanks for reading! This is one of the first flash-fiction pieces I’ve ever written, dating a few months back. Feedback, thoughts and criticism are all invited!
