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Jyoti Mishra

Fantasy

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Jyoti Mishra

Fantasy

Little Dragons

Little Dragons

1 min
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Someone teach me how to slay dragons because I'm tired of fighting them off by myself

I never win

It always ends with my body scorched beyond repair

Where are the knights? The magic? Someone rescue me from this place

Or maybe I'm going about this wrong

I must become a dragon

So that I no longer catch flame.

Instead, I torch armour and flesh

I fly through the skies

Destroying every city on site

I am the night. I am magic. I do not need rescuing from this place


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