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Grelles leaned against the statue’s plinth, shifting his sword to his uninjured arm. Sticky blood pooled in his boot. He held his brave expression. He wouldn’t have to much longer.
Mandol brushed invisible dirt from his bracers. He pointed to the statue. “Funny, all these dragon legends, when we never hear of actual attacks. Never see a skull. I have a theory.”
Grelles was too winded to argue. “Do tell.”
Mandol smirked. “That your kind made them up, to have something to say you fought, something to be heroic about.”
Your kind? They’d grown up together, been mistaken for brothers. “Plenty to fight in this world without making up dragons.”
“Ah, but how to tell the heroes from the mercenaries?”
“The heroes are the ones who fight evil.”
“Ha! No, you only get called a hero if you win.” Mandol straightened up. “Tough luck for you, then. Are you rested?”
Grelles shrugged and took his stance. The lopsided battle resumed.
Noticing the amulet peeking from beneath Mandol’s breastplate, Grelles embraced his doom.
Mandol took the opening, made the final blow. His grin faltered when the amulet shattered, pierced by Grelles’s dagger.
There’s more than one way to slay a dragon.
Word count: 200. Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction challenge. I haven’t had the chance to participate in a while, so this is a fun treat for me. Big thanks to Susan for hosting, and to C.E. Ayr for providing the original photo, below. Click on the link to see the other stories inspired by C.E.’s photo, and to add one of your own!
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