Everyone has something that bothers them, something to overcome. For Indiana Jones it was snakes, Charlie Brown had the football he never could quite kick, Don Quixote had his windmills. Some have more on their list than others. Some have a better chance than others at coming out on top.
Me, I have a dragon.
Even now it sits quietly, sleeping, waiting for me to once again try to master it.
When roused it can fly like the wind, I have heard it scream as it traveled the paths I chose for it.
It’s roar rattles windows in their sockets, turning heads as it roars past.
It leaves a thin trail of smoke as it cuts through the countryside, almost as though marking its passage.
My dragons name is Shadow.
And two weeks ago it tried to kill me .
My wounds from that little “disagreement” are nearly healed now.
Yesterday looked like as good a day as any to see if I still had the guts to face the beast.
I donned my black leather armor, grabbed my trusty helm, and went out to tame the dragon.
This time it obeyed.