I stared at the scene in front of me – broken and abandoned.
“What was this?” I asked, scanning the terrain of metal rods and broken buildings.
“An amusement park. I’m surprised the future Chieftain of the Gypsies doesn’t know her history,” Ranger mocked, scouting a path.
I rolled my eyes, “You think the dragon is here?”
Ranger smirked, “Beyond this graveyard is the Tempest Dragons den – He’s there.”
I shivered. I never dealt with Dragons outside the safety of the Fire Party; now I am wandering into their own den.
“Ancestors be with me,” I whispered as we trudged forward.
Word Count: 100
*This prompt gave me inspiration for my current novel series. Enjoy!
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