A story by me

“Get in line!” The Sergeant yelled to the band of archers as the look-out reported that he could see a flight of Dragons in the distance. “ Ready the catapults!” He screamed again, and he readied his own crossbow. A huge red leviathan slowly descended. His scales only had one weak point, whereas with other Dragons, they had at least three. He thought," Stingy things like bumble bees. Hurt a lot more than bumble bees. Stupid ants, throwing them things.” As you can see, Dragons aren't the brightest creatures in Illyria. He swooped in for a closer look and was bombarded by 'bumble bees'. His thoughts now were, “ Must destroy puny ants! The bumble bees are hurting a lot more!”

The Sergeant screamed for the other men and women alike to ready themselves. They brought up the crossbows towards their chests and aimed carefully. Another yell from the look-out that said that another flight of Dragons was coming startled the concentrating archers and the Dragon saw his chance.


The Dragon named Nidhogg, the Destroyer, the Red Demon, the Hell Bringer and many other names, plunged down like a falcon on his prey. He breathed in to fuel his acidic fire and then released his breath. The Sergeant saw what was happening and leaped off the wall. Nidhogg was soaring towards the wall, knowing that it would crumble and melt under his fiery breath.

Edited by Gimli Son of Groin - 04 Jan 2012 at 16:48

Is it bad that I'm rooting for the dragon?

The Sergeant was a survivor. He knew that he would die if he didn't do anything, so he took the risk of his life. He jumped over the edge of the wall, but not backwards. No, to do that would mean certain death. He jumped over the palisades and hoped for the best.
        He was a lucky man, and obviously the Gods favoured him. He landed heavily, knocking the breath out of him. The very ground beneath him began to shake and he looked down. That was a big mistake. He vomited and righted himself. He drew his sword. He asked the Gods, praying that his random weak spot, behind his right ear would reveal itself. His prayer was answered. He saw a glowing green spot behind the Dragon's ear and plunged his sword deep down and into the Dragon's brain.       

By now, they were above one of the towns; mistake, HIS town. He could see the Town Hall from his vantage point and hoped that he would survive the crash. He on then suddenly saw a wise face in one of the windows of the Town Hall. He wore a crown and-- It was the King! What the hell was he doing there? He sighed and got back to his work.
           He applied as much pressure as he could on the Dragon's head, forcing it downwards. He felt the wind tearing at his face as the Dragon's body lurched down. He looked down fearfully and knew this was to be his fate. To die after he killed the greatest Dragon ever. Seconds before he crashed into the ground, the middle aged man jumped. As the body slammed into the ground, and skidded to a stand-still, even knocking the great doors of the Town Hall open wide, the Sergeant landed on the Nidhogg's body. His sword followed; it sliced off Nidhogg's head and bounced back into the soldier's hand neatly.

Edited by Gimli Son of Groin - 24 Jan 2012 at 16:24

nice plot twists. 

I'll try and write more, but am stuck! Quite a few writers are suck in writing their stories!