He struggled to drag himself behind the thick bush.
He had to remain hidden at any cost.
The flaming arrow didn’t kill him.
Yet, it ensured that he won’t fly for a while.
He couldn’t die at the hands of a human, like the others.
He was the last of his kind – the sole surviving dragon.
This post was written in response to the Twittering Tale #151 photo prompt and the Ragtag daily prompt for the day: bush. The Twittering Tale challenge is to tell a story based on the given photo prompt in 280 characters or less. Please visit the links to know more about this challenge. Huge thanks to Kat Myrman and Brian for the prompts!
Image courtesy: Mashup of photos by pendleburyannette (dragon) & MichaelGaida (forest) at
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