Epilogue
Rose laid
back, watching her cubs play with a ball of moss. There were three, two female
and one male. The male was the middle cub and was dark red and looked just like
his father, the oldest looked like Rose’s mother, and the youngest was black
and white with purple eyes.
Rose got up
and shuffled the cubs away. She led them to the edge of a deep, rushing gorge.
Each day she had been waiting to do this, but couldn’t bring herself to. But
now as she stood at the edge of the cliff, thinking about her life back home
and everyone she needed, she convinced herself this was the only way. Besides,
she felt no love for these cubs.
She picked
up the oldest cub by her scruff and threw her violently into the gorge, then
the one that looked like Thorn, then the youngest, then she immediately turned
around and ran as fast as she could, since one of her cubs had stolen it.
Just a few
minutes after she had begun her journey, she felt the cold, sharp claws of a
dragon wrap around her body and lift her up. She screamed and struggled, but
could not get out.
Perhaps it
was for the best that she couldn’t escape the grasp of the dragon, for if she
had made it home, all she would have found was a charred wasteland of ashes and
bones.
Except for
one lone creature, one lone survivor, his yellow pelt dashing through the
debris.
End of Epilogue
End of “A Darker
Story”
-Frost
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