Flash Fiction Friday

It was the age old tale. A beautiful princess locked away in a castle far far away. A mighty dragon guarding said castle and letting no one pass. Sure princes came now and then, trying to free the princess but they never got far. Not until one day a prince heard of the tale and saw a painting of the princess, how she looked 10 years ago, on her 16^th birthday. Beautiful and radiant. A true queen in the making. But this prince was smarter and he knew that if he went there alone then he would rest in a dragon’s belly soon enough. Instead he gathered every soldier he could and enchanted them with words of treasures and riches. And there they went, marching over hills, through valleys, up the mountains until they came to a tower, high up on a peak and with a dragon soaring in the sky.

The battle was fierce. The dragon roared and men fell from the bridge to their death. Some jumped when they were engulfed in flames and their screams haunted the rest. But they fight on and brave young Prince Michel led his men to victory. The dragon was losing ground, a wing hanging limp and the body full of arrows. A spear in the other wing finally brought it down and it crashed into an empty courtyard. They all knew that they now had to get close to slay the beast and they managed to bring down the gate and rushed in. There among rubble and few skeletons of other princes a young woman sat, drenched in blood, holding a young man in her arms. She was crying and lamenting to the gods. The dragon was nowhere in sight, had he fallen through the roof? Michel sent soldiers to find out and approached the woman and saw her beauty. It could be no other than Princess Sarhah. Though the tears she was shedding over some unknown man did not exactly fill him with happiness. But oh well, the man was clearly dead anyway.

“Where did the dragon fall, princess? We will slay it”.

She looked up with tears in her eyes and let go of the man. She staggered towards him and he knew she must be in shock.

“Slay him?” she whispered and he took off his helmet and gave her his best smile.”Aye, I will slay him.”

More he did not say. See this was not a tale of a scared princess, locked away in a tower. This was a tale about an abused princess, fleeing her father, meeting a man, falling in love, and running away to his castle far far away. He guarded her always, with his body, and his heart. Their love knew now boundaries. Thus young Michel’s story ended with a dagger in his heart as he was killed by the princess he was sent to save. And she fled, but not after calling forth her children who was young, but as 5 dragons they rose and killed and ate, until their bellies were full with flesh, and revenge.

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I like it, even if it turned sad, but hahaha