back of my neck. It was then I spun around to find myself reflected in golden, glassy, cat-like eyes, just inches from my own. My pale lips dry, crinkled, slowly lost the last of their colour as I was petrified and rooted to the spot; (inside however I felt an odd sense of understanding). I reached for the largest leg of ham from our supplies and slowly, gingerly offered it to the sleek, inky black creature. Its scales, which looked slick and wet, shimmered in the light of the fire torch as the beast devoured the ham with a hunger I knew only too well. It was over before it began, I let the enemy go without so much as a scratch. Although it went against everything my clan believed in, deep down I felt a peace that was not there before that night. Coming back to the present, the now eerie silence of dawn allowed those guilty memories to wash over me, creating a fear far greater than that of being burned alive. What started off as a hungry mistake, now leaves me with feelings of confusion and betrayal. How could I have done this to my clan’s people? What would my Dad think if he found out I let the creature go? How could I explain to others that my feelings about dragons have changed?
back of my neck. It was then I spun around to find myself reflected in golden, glassy, cat-like eyes, just inches from my own. My pale lips dry, crinkled, slowly lost the last of their colour as I was petrified and rooted to the spot; (inside however I felt an odd sense of understanding). I reached for the largest leg of ham from our supplies and slowly, gingerly offered it to the sleek, inky black creature. Its scales, which looked slick and wet, shimmered in the light of the fire torch as the beast devoured the ham with a hunger I knew only too well. It was over before it began, I let the enemy go without so much as a scratch. Although it went against everything my clan believed in, deep down I felt a peace that was not there before that night. Coming back to the present, the now eerie silence of dawn allowed those guilty memories to wash over me, creating a fear far greater than that of being burned alive. What started off as a hungry mistake, now leaves me with feelings of confusion and betrayal. How could I have done this to my clan’s people? What would my Dad think if he found out I let the creature go? How could I explain to others that my feelings about dragons have changed?
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