Of Demons and Dragons

Of Demons and Dragons

"I can remember my home as if it were just yesterday. The tall, towering walls of the kingdom I grew up in, my mother's smiling face, among other things. Life was perfect until He came..."

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My father had just gotten home from the mines, his overalls covered with grime and dry, caked-on dirt. My mother was in the kitchen of our house, fixing supper for that night.

"Honey, I'm hooome!" My father called in his deep, bellowing voice.

My mother popped her head out of the doorway, and grinned. "Oh, dear, welcome home!" she chirped in a sing-song manner.

She looked over at the window and out to where I was playing tag with all the other village children, one of them being a friend of mine who was named Alex. She had ginger hair that was always in a braid down the back, and she wore a green tunic with brown trousers and grey boots most of the time.

"Steve!" My mother called. All of us looked over at her, and she giggled. "Time for supper, dearest!"

I sighed. "But Mom!" I whined. "Just five more minutes?"

She gave me a small smile, and shook her head. "Honey, your friends will be here tomorrow," she replied, her dark hair blowing in the summer breeze. "Come on inside, wash up and eat."

I wake up on a beach, face down in the sand. My head hurts as I lift my face from the grainy shore, wiping it off with my hand.

"Yeesh," I mutter, holding my head. "What in Notch's name happened?" I look around, and see planks of wood floating on the water behind me. Shipwrecked.

Dinner was especially good that night, since my mother had gotten some mushrooms for soup from one of the travelling merchants that rolled through every once in a while. They always had large noses that hung down in front of their mouths, and they wouldn't trade for anything but emeralds, which were rather hard to come by. They also made strange noises when they sighed, and I remember that their eyes were always the brightest green I'd ever seen.

My mother and father asked me how my day at school was, and I shrugged and said it was alright. Nothing really much learned other than reading and writing, and the times tables and such.

My father told us how they had found a enormous diamond vein, and my mother's eyes lit up.

"Oh, Geralt!" She gushed. "We'll have enough for the wheat crops and taxes this year!" She smiled.

My father laughed heartily. "Well, we'll have to see, my dearest Rosalynn," he replied. "You know how the Creators can change things in the blink of an eye."

I sit up on the beach, my heart sinking into my stomach. "No..." I muse, scrambling to my feet. "No, no, no!" I yell. "Mom! Dad!" I call.

I am all alone on the shoreline. The sun was only just rising, and its golden light soon oozed onto the white sand.

"I guess I'm the last of my people," I say to myself. "The very last of my people." I gulp at the thought.

The next minute, I saw people running through the streets in a panic. I looked at my father, frightened. My father looked at my mother, and got up from the table, opening the door and running out in front of a man, who skidded to a stop. His face was pale with fear.