Writing

 Kia Ora Bloggers this is the session 4 writing prompt that I completed today. It was fun to create and not to hard. Do you like to write? Blog Ya Later!

I thought I was dead but I could feel the pain in my neck. I sat up. I was in a paradise, well mostly a paradise. Everything was great except for the giant dragons fighting in the sky. I crawled back. Fire roared out of the dragon's mouth. The sharp teeth that lined their gums would have been enough to kill any creature. I stood up, unaware about the blood dripping from the gash on my neck. One dragon was tiring out, Its attacks were getting slower. The dragon tried to fly higher but the other dragon got a blast of flames in the dragon's vulnerable belly. The dragon fell to the ground. It dissolved into a pile of ashes and mist. My heart rate slowed until I looked up and saw the dragon was looking at me. My knife would not be enough. I opened my eyes and found myself in a misty field. I heard the howling of wolves. Where was I? I took a step, the crunch of leaves under my feet just let everybody know where I was. Another howl broke the silence after I gave away my position. Suddenly the wolfs were upon me, A large circle surrounding me. A wolf, bigger than the rest. It pushed through the lines of wolves until it was in the inner circle with me. I pulled out my pocket knife, I always kept it with me. I flicked out the longest blade. The wolf's eyes narrowed as if it knew what I was holding in my hand and it knew what it could do. The wolf lunged at me, I jumped out the way and swung my arm. I contacted the wolf's soft coat. I pierced the wolf's skin, a large gash wouldn't stop the wolf. It whinnied as it slowly got up. It glared at me. Below it a small puddle of blood lay on the ground. I glanced at my blade, it was dyed red. The wolf lunged again, I dodged to the left and spun around. The wolf's wound was not slowing it down. It lunged at me again, but before I could slash it it pushed off my arm leaping over me. I spun around, Before I could stab the wolf, It lugged biting my neck, A split second of pain before my vision went black.I stood at the foot of the ring of fire. The heat that radiated made the frosty night feel warm and chaotic. The fumes of fire in the air made my eyes water. I focused on what was in the fire. Lots of wood, dry leaves, but in the century lay a metal prism. I decided that this is the only lead on this investigation that I had, so I leaped in the flames. I grabbed the charred metal. My hand burned, I jumped out of the flames. I was quick enough so my clothes didn't catch fire, but my hand touched a piece of heated metal. Black spots danced around my eyesight. I clutched my wrist. I glanced down at the prism. I had to cool it down. There was a bucket of water nearby. I used my boot to kick the heavy prism. I expected it to sing at the end of my boot but it didn't. I carefully touched it with the tip of my hand. It was cold to the touch. I picked it up, my hand instantly felt cold like i was holding ice. I shook the metal prism. Black shadows seemed to leak out of the prism. I turned around, the black shadows were engulfing me. Soon all I could see was shadows. I closed my eyes. What was going on?