The Dragon Lady

The black dragon pulled up short of him, its glistening black scales in stark contrast with his white ones, hinting at how opposite they were. His heart palpitated nervously as if he could hear the gods speak of the end himself. Once, long ago, he would have been strong enough to fight this foe, but that time had passed. Age and illness robbed him of the strength he once possessed. As if in a dream, he watched the enemy dragon as it swooped to the street, attacking a staggering drunk whose only mistake was showing himself in the lamplight. He wanted to fight it.

It was his job to do so, but he knew the beast would kill him before he was able to stop him, so he watched helplessly as the black monster gathered a mouthful of the man, its massive jaws closing over his body and mashing the drunk’s upper torso to juicy bits. “Don’t do this!” The pearl white dragon called out, a tear squeezing from one wrinkled eye, as he watched the man’s blood drip over the chin of his evil opposite. His dark counterpart only chuckled to himself before dropping what was left of the stranger’s body to the ground, making a squelching sound as it hit the cobblestones. The sight of it would make anyone squeamish, including the pure-hearted dragon, unable to stop the senseless slaughter.