Dragons!

6 Gemini

When I was a child, my father told me so many grand stories. Of how he chased goblins on the plains or rode chocobos in the wild. But one story stuck with me, not because of how he told my brothers and me, but because it was simply incredible.

Dragons. He had seen dragons. He had been out on watch on the Lenalian Plateau one night. He himself had heard from his father that dragons used to live around here, but he had never seen one for himself. He didn’t even believe they existed and had long credited the tall dragonesque tales of his father to impending senility. What creature would have wings, but be unable to fly, he had asked? Surely his father had confused a Chocobo for a creature of legend.

But then he had stood eye to eye with this creature of legend. Its eyes red like flames. Its scaly skin green like meadows. That was why he hadn’t seen it at first. It had looked like a small mound until he had drawn nearer and the creature was roused.

I always wanted to see a dragon, I had told my father later, especially after how he had told us about their existence. But then I actually came across one, and I swiftly changed my mind.

Lenalian Plateau

We had a few pints to forget about what had happened on the Lenalian Plateau the other day. Delita was still not his stern self, and we were all worried. And sort of hungover. But we were ready, we thought. We needed to break through that fortress’s walls to free Tietra. We had all promised Delita last night. We’d see this through together.

Perhaps, in hindsight, we probably should have waited until the alcohol mist in our heads had completely dissipated. That green, fiery-eyed scaly beast looked rather menacing. And for a fleeting moment, I felt the same fear my father told me about, standing on the very same plateau.

Yet, it went down swiftly. My father had brought one to his knees with a sword as a squire, a long time ago, and we did it all with our bows.

I am Bathsua, of the dragon-killing bow, and these are my memoirs.