Young Writers Society

A nice day in a nice town. What more could a refugee ask for? I walked along the shops my stomach grumbling for something to eat.

I stopped and counted how many coins I had left. There wasn't much that I could spare to spend so I limited myself to two coins.

I kept on walking until I reached a local pub. The sign was worn down and the words barely visible. It gave a nice rustic feel to it. I tightened the hood around my head and walked inside.

Though it was early in the morning, the noise levels were fairly high. I flinched when I first walked in but I knew in places like these that you couldn't show that you were afraid. Almost every table was full of muscular dudes. Seeing all of these guys gave me chills.

To my left was the bar and a single skinny man behind it. Everywhere else inside tables filled the space. There didn't seem to be any waiters so I would have to ask for the food myself. I looked around for any exits and it seemed that there was only the one I walked in through. So if I was noticed that would be my only way out.

I tried walking confidently to the bar but it just wasn't my thing. I called over the man and ordered a bowl of grub and a glass of milk. I handed the man my two coins and took my meal. I sat down in the far corner of the pub and ate my meal slowly. I knew that I had to keep moving if I had any chance of reaching the next town over by nightfall. I sighed and let myself relax for a few seconds before I went back to being on high alert.

I finished up my meal and stood up, walking to the counter to set my bowl and glass down. After thanking the man for the meal, I started walking out when I bumped into something. My hood fell backwards and my head was exposed. I quickly threw it back up and looked at what I had bumped into. I looked up and up and a little bit more up and I saw his face. One of those big burly dudes was staring right down at me.

I chuckled nervously before running out. Another guy who I presumed was his minion or something stood at the door. I ran straight towards him and slid underneath his legs. Some of the rocks on the road outside scraped my knees but I didn't have time to worry about that now. I stood up and started running. I heard big footsteps following me and I knew this wasn't going to be easy.

Behind me there was a loud and deep voice shouting. "DRAGON!" I assumed this was the man who I had originally bumped into. I tightened my hood even more and sped up my pace.

The horns were always what gave it away. Just one strong breeze or one bump and the hood falls off exposing them. Only the dragon race have these so it's fairly easy spotting one in public. However, my horns were different than other horns. My right horn was broken from an accident when I was younger. The horns of a dragon represent strength and missing a horn or a broken horn can either represent two things. One, you are a great warrior and have fought in many battles or two, you are weak and have no honor.

Dragons were being hunted and executed in hopes of stopping the war from spreading to the rest of the races. The war wasn't against the rest of the world. It was between the dragon nations themselves. And, in my opinion, hunting and executing dragons wasn't going to help stop the war. Instead, it'll probably just get the dragon nations upset and turn on the human race, who were the main attackers.

Though, if the dragons really tried, they could probably have the rest of the world on their knees. But I was a bit outdated so who knows, the nations could have teamed up and are already planning to take the rest of the planet for their own. I knew that the fire and earth dragon nations would at least be together on this plan. The water dragons would probably try and stop this though.

But then again, perhaps the rest of the world is done fearing those that are stronger than them. But if this war did escalate then many of the other races could be put in danger.

I took a quick glance behind me and noticed that the man was gone. I slowed down to a trot and took a big breath. "I hate running," I muttered under my breath.

I stopped for a second to catch my breath and check what time it was. I looked up at the sky to see the position of the sun. I squinted my eyes and calculated about what time it was. It still wasn't midday and I had a lot of ground to cover. I sighed once again and fingered my daggers. They were gifts from my father when I was younger and they're some of the only things that I have left from my home.

I took my hands away and slapped my face. I needed to get it together. I started walking when something whizzed past my face. I turned on my heels and looked at the attacker. It was one of the man's minions who had chased me earlier.

He shot again and I caught it right before it hit my face. I guess that's one perk of being a dragon, good reflexes. I threw it back at him but he pulled out an axe and directed it off course.

While I was distracted with him I didn't notice two other guys come up behind me and before I even realized it, I was stuck under a net.

I tried reaching towards my daggers but a shock went through my body. I screamed before everything went dark around me.