new dragon

Every now and then, a dragon wanders into my village, wreaks havoc, burns it to ashes, tramples over the innocent, and retreats to its cave when its belly is full. Closing armor around my body, shielded, with a careful point before me, I am in this fire again. Its strength is enormous, its presence violently apparent, and I am tiny beneath it, charging forward. Praying it doesn't knock me down. Praying it will go away for good. Praying we can rebuild and live in peace.