The Hunt -Michael Roth
There it is, lighting up like the
sun, only I see it so brightly. To the two legged creatures, the “humans,” it’s
a pony to be ridden. I’ve been unseen for far too long, time to make my
presence known. I know I should remain unseen but I must feed. I pull my wings
close, dive-bomb the earth. I break through the white sky-steam then extend my
wings and swoop across the land, snatching the horned four legged creature they
call a “unicorn” up in my jaws and taking the humans by surprise. They shout in
surprise and disbelief in their insignificant little voices. I make a sharp
turn, flying back to finish the humans. They run and cower in fear, even as I
open my mouth and summon the fire from within, cooking them in their places. So
odd, we have lived among them for so long yet they are still ignorant of our
existence. Even now, flying towards their “city,” I see a minotaur walking down
the street as unnoticed as the people’s impending doom. How shall I destroy
them now, should I destroy the towers and let the rubble rain down into the
streets? Or maybe I’ll land in the grass-square, the “park,” and cause havoc
from the streets. Perhaps I’ll do both, first landing and striking fear into
their hearts, then knocking down the buildings. I realize how evil I might sound
now, why must I always kill? It is simply how I was raised, and I have never
thought it good to do anything different. I kill to eat, it is how it works. If
I do not find pleasure in this, I will starve. So now I land in the park, the
minotaur sees me and begins to run. He’s not the only one, the people are all
running, screaming. I open my maw and fly down the close together streets,
collecting people and metal people-movers alike. The people-movers I can’t eat,
I throw aside. Now there are loud noises and red blue light-flashers. Sudden
pops as the people point their metal-launchers at me and squeeze. The metal
bounces off my scales, making small booms with little lights flying away. They
intend to hurt me, so I will scare them. I roar, so loud that they must cover
the sides of their head and glass shatters in the buildings, falling down like
rain. I open my mouth again to spray the people with fire, and they are still
afraid. Now they are gone, their life presence no longer a part of this
universe. Enough for today, now I fly back to the sky, back to home.
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