“Tereth, you going to see Kelayer?” My neighbor asked.
“Yes, it’s about his time.” I replied, passing by the forge and down a well-trodden path that wound towards the mountains. As I walked on, I whistled and glanced up at the sky, visions of the past dancing in the clouds.
What a perfect day for flying. At the thought, my heart fell and the tune on my lips faltered. I picked up the pace and passed beneath the stretching arms of the ancient oaks that stood by the side like guardians of old.
Ahead, the wide maw of a cave opened up and the grass grew thinner here. My pace slowed and I considered turning around. But, I could not. He was my friend and I had made a promise.
In the clearing, I gathered some twigs and pieces of wood, laying them down in the front of the cave. Before long, wild flames leapt into the sky and embers sparked in a merry dance.
I knelt down in front of the fire and waited.
There was a huff and then a noise like a soft yawn exhaled from the mouth of the cave. I watched, waiting and hoping that I would remain alone. Then maybe— no, it was a foolish hope.
Then a form emerged, about twice as tall as a horse. I didn’t move, offering a small smile as my friend emerged. Kalayer extended a gray scaled arm out and then the other. As he came into the light, he regarded me gaze full of weariness.
“I know,” I said as my heart ached.
The creature settled down behind the fire, across from me. My gaze fell on the tips of his faded blue scales, so dull, an echo of his former glory.
Without a second glance, I got up and approached him. His nostrils flared but there was no fire in his emerald eyes. As I took a seat by him, Kalayer’s tail swept around me a like a warm blanket. I stroked his long muscular neck and watched the sun descend.
I felt his breath rise and fall and felt that our time was coming to an end. I brought my hand up to his face and his eyes opened halfway. Kalayer moved his head into my lap and his breathing began to slow.
As the sun dipped behind the mountains, I realized that this was it. I put a hand on his head and whispered, “Thank you friend for all the adventures.”
Kalayer sighed and his eyes fluttered close.
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The writing community that I’m part of decided to use the prompts from InkTober as writing prompts. So, this is from Day 12: Dragon. I had a lot of fun with this one, and I’ll probably be posting some more flash fiction pieces in the future.