It's something I came up with off the top of my head! It's for DragonWriter664. She needs inspiration for art, so I randomly came up with a short story to help inspire her! I have a feeling my stories probably do just the opposite! Why? Well... I like sad stories... sacrificial love is just the best, y'all! Look!

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Killian stumbled back, trying to keep his legs from shaking. Even though it was dim out, as the sun was just rising, there was no mistaking what the beast before him was. A dragon! And it wasn't Silver Star, either.

The dragon swung its tail at the human's legs, causing him to fall to the ground, then he stepped closer and placed a claw over the man's chest. "Tell me, human. Where is he?"

"W-where's who?" Killian asked, doing his best to keep his voice from trembling. He dare not move, as just an inch could cause the dragon's claw to draw blood.

The dragon growled and poked the man with his claw, drawing just a bit of blood. "The dragon you know as Silver! Tell me where he is!"

Suddenly, a large gray blur flashed by and collided with the dragon, causing the dragon to fall to the side. "I am right here, so you leave this human out of this!" The familiar voice of Silver Star sounded.

Killian rose to his feet and watched the two dragons carefully, once more wishing his eyesight was better than what it was.

The dragon rose to his feet and glared at Silver. "Finally I find you, you pathetic excuse for a king." He spat, smoke rising from his nostrils. "Only you would befriend a human."

Silver flattened his ears and glared at the larger dragon, whom he could barely even see. "Only a fool would blame these humans for what happened many hundreds of years ago. Most have no knowledge of dragons, so leave them be!"

"Leave them be? And here I thought you knew me." The dragon hissed, then he spread out his wings. "Soon, this world will be ruled by dragons, and I will be their king. There is nothing you can do to stop me." He then sprayed a fountain of fire at Silver, who barely managed to block it with his wing.

Silver, after blocking the flames, quickly removed his wing just in time to see the other dragon coming right at him. He quickly moved his neck out of the way, a tooth scraping against it, then he lunged at the other dragon's "throat, though also missed. After backing up and avoiding a horn to his "good" eye, he swung his tail and hit the dragon across the face, then lunged again and latched onto the dragon's shoulder.

The dragon roared and swung his tail, hitting Silver Star on the head. The battle between the two raged on. Tails were swung, claws pierced scales, and teeth dug into flesh and ripped wings. After what seemed to be awhile, Silver managed to deliver a devastating blow to the other dragon, then he latched onto the throat of him and didn't let go until the dragon no longer moved.

After the dragon fell limp, Silver let go, rasping for breath, blood of the other dragon and blood of his own dripping from his chin. He rasped and heaved, his breathing gurgled. He looked over at Killian to make sure he was safe, then he collapsed onto his belly.

"Silver!" Killian shouted, scrambling to his feet and over to the dragon. He knelt by his side and reached a hesitant hand out, placing it on the dragon's neck. "Silver, get up!"

Silver didn't look at Killian, but he swiveled an ear towards him. Since he couldn't really see, there was no point in looking at him. "I... am too weak." He replied, his breathing ragged and labored. "It is... too late for me... my friend."

Killian's eyes widened, and he felt them began to tear up. No, this couldn't happen! He had only finally accepted this dragon as a friend recently! "Silver, you have to—"

"Killian." Silver whispered. "Everything dies eventually... I am an old dragon. I'm blind, I have... no sense of smell, and... in my old age, I am unable to do much to take care of... myself. This... is for the best. Don't... weep over me. Finally, I will... be able to see again. I will once more... be with... my family." After a pause, he continued whispering. "Take care... of Dexter... for me." The last word came out in a strangled whisper, and after he finished speaking, every muscle relaxed, and the great dragon moved no more.

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Darth Vader: ... You posted all of that in the comments?

Yep! It took two comments to put it all down! 😅 And just because I want this book to be finished, I'm updating it with as many things as I can! Sorry to those who may get annoyed with constant book updating! 😂😂😂