People of the Dragons: The Last of the Kind Pg 1

           If there was a time of peace before all this death and hiding, I wouldn't know. Since a young child I had two options, hide or fight. It was all we could do to survive the hunters. I had heard stories though; stories of a time when things were calm and balanced. My people served as guardians in that time. Kingdoms from any land could hire us to protect them and aid them. It was how we made our living. We had no home, really, but didn't mind. Everyone was generous and hospitable to us. It was funny that kingdoms and peoples would fight against each other and yet my people could fight for either side. No one had any quarrels with us. Mostly because we were the strongest of the Magical Beings and we knew it.

People of the Dragons: Last of the Kind *Teaser*

       Breathe. If I could just get a breath, maybe I could live. Maybe I could fight. If sweet oxygen could fill my lungs, nourish my blood, relieve my body of the carbon dioxide building up in it; I might make it. How long had I been under the water? Seconds? Minutes? Would I breath in without control of my body? Maybe a unconscious part of my brain would take control and I would suck in with hopes of thin air reaching my lungs but instead be greeted by the dark waters that surrounded me. The hand at the back of my neck still applied the same pressure; constant, heavy. I had given up the fight long ago. Thrashing and writhing, my every muscle tense with the panic of suffocation, I had fought. Now, a peace had come about me. Though my lungs burned for air and though my head spun with fears of death, the rest of my body had stilled.