Native_in_black
© 1998
In legends and lore, dragons attract us with their beauty, with their grace, fascinate us with their magic, lure us with promises of fabulous wealth, ill gotten booty free for the taking, with nary a guilty thought or qualm of conscience, for, after all, we are ridding the world of evil, are we not?
As a warrior of the 'Old Code', I can assure you, nothing causes the heart to quicken, the eye to brighten, faster than to discover a gigantic footprint in the path or to hear a peasant relate in panicked tones how, "Yon great winged beast done lifted me wench from the ground and made away with her". I know not half my grand party shall survive the encounter, and yet the knowledge of treasure, and of a battle-worthy foe draws us forward.
And now, after the hard fought battle, with a foe worthy of our steel, who amongst the party does not feel the pang of regret when the glorious creature falls from the air, mortally wounded. Now, as we sneak off, like thieves in the night with treasure beneath our arms, we talk in a hushed, almost reverent tones, of the beast we had slew, and we feel, deep inside, ashamed and unworthy.
We know we have felled something greater, more wondrous than ourselves. Now I can not help but feel that I have done the world a true injustice................
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