Dawn Of Eternal Night
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The humans finally noticed the fire and my transformation taking place. Despite their
fear, they continued to chant, their eyes wide with shock and confusion. Avatars to
their gods. Something primal and formidable stirred within me, a force long
slumbering, now roused. Profound and terrifying. The flames eagerly devoured me;
I knew there was no turning back. Awe radiated from me and the humans saw i
It seemed their incantation had misfired; I was the matеrialisation of their mistake.
They had nеver seen anything like this before, and their shock and disbelief was
palpable. A tangible force in the air. What had gone wrong, I do not know; I paid them
no mind. I was consumed by the power that flowed through me and I knew that I was
fated for greatness. Nothing stands in the way of destiny.
The wind continued to bellow with fierce shrieks, echoing the terrified cries of the
humans. It poured a deluge outside and began to pour in through the cracks in the
walls. A window shattered, setting off a cascade of exploding glass. I could sense
their terror, their despair, as they realised their time was running out, their rituals
useless in the face of nature's fury. Yet they persevered, their voices lifting in a
desperate chorus as they implored the ancient gods for protection. The few
remaining candles danced in the breeze that blew through the smashed windows.
Outside encroached. The voices strained to compete with the deafening roar of the
pest and the cracking of timber as the mansion slowly crumbled into the
Desperate, they called upon all manner of deities both ancient and new but
amount of magic or sacrifice could spare them from the impending disaster.
had turned against them, and the end was imminent. All that remained
at fate had in store for them. How pitiable, these reckless fools were.
[?] in my belly as I felt a primal urge to feed. The call of the hunt
And so, I devoured the humans one by one, their screams
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the air as I feasted upon their bodies, relishing the taste
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down my throat. I tore flesh. I crunched bone. Death
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concoction of fear, hopelessness and relief. Beowulf,
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tangle of fur. As I grew larger and more
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by the ancient memories of my ancestors
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larger, I transfigured into a dragon.
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through me, imbuing me with
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being of fearsome power,
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infants toying
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than sustenance for
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and me I knew
