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The Village Tragedy

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Wings of Fire fans, this one's for you.

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    The Village Tragedy

    The scream echoed across the room. The smoke billowed out of the room and around the village. Shortly after, the village was set ablaze. The smoke spiraled from the houses and entered everyone’s lungs. Could Macaw survive this- or would she be dead by the end of the day?


    1 day earlier…
    Macaw walked out of her house and looked around the village. Everything seemed normal. But there was the threat of death hanging out over her head every day. Which was why when she woke up, she had to go outside and stare at the sky for what seemed like forever. Macaw did not like this, but she was an obedient girl who not only wanted to survive the day but every other day as well. If anyone disobeyed, they would be fed to the dragons- who loved to chomp on humans for their lunch.

    Suddenly, Macaw’s head shot just up in time to see lots of yellow sand dragons flying overhead. Every human outside instinctively stood under their large porches, so that the sand dragons would not be able to see them. But the dragons must have sighted the village-if they did, that meant death, death and what a surprise-more death.

    Macaw watched as the dragons flew around and around the village, as if to suss out the village to see what it’s defences were. Which was a bunch of trees and nothing else, mind you. The humans held their breath, as if that would magically send the dragons flying (eye roll). After about ten minutes of the sand dragons’ “lets’ suss out this human village” process, the dragons flew away slowly- almost cautiously.


    The humans then returned to their daily go-abouts, way more cautiously and slowly than before. Every branch cracking noise would send them into “trying very hard to not to go into fits of hysteria and panic” mode. At least Macaw was one of the few to try and find out what the sound was and then hide if necessary. It was kind of funny, to see the villagers frightened by every small noise.

    Night came, without any more dragon patrols that the village could see. Suddenly, a burst of fire lit up the sky, startling everyone in the village ( Macaw included) into “PANIC AND HIDE AT THE SAME TIME” mode. The sand dragons were back- and in greater numbers. This was unusual dragon activity- the dragons usually only appeared once every 3 months. This though, twice in one day, there must be something going on- something involving lots of death for this village.

    The next day, the sand dragons were back- this was the extremity of strange dragon behaviour. Why were they back again? Suddenly the dragons swooped down low, opened their mouths and breathed fire on the village. The houses caught alight very fast and the screams began.

    Through the haze of smoke, we could see Macaw running for the safety of the trees. “Please make it, please make it, please make it, please make it,” We prayed furiously. Suddenly the dragons ceased fire and flew away, leaving the burning village behind. We survived, Macaw survived, we knew we needed a new village- and that the sand dragons would probably come back for us. But all we cared about in that moment was all of us were alive- that was all that mattered.



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