The mission bell rang out in the pre-dawn hours of what promised to be a perfect spring day. Another of God's gifts to the monastery. But then it kept ringing. And all the monks knew what that alarm meant.
Working quickly and silently, the men of faith gathered what they needed and made their way to the basement chapel. When all were accounted for, it took three monks to close the stone door behind them.
They gathered to pray, and a few cringed when they heard the mighty roars reverberate through the stone.
The dragons had returned to Capistrano.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.