She descended from the moon. That's what her cult proclaimed. Their haunted hymns now filled our islands coastline. My daughter and I watched as the Moon Maiden crawled from the sea onto our smouldering shores, a blue tangle of tails and talons. She was here to conquer. But you don't tame fire.
The island growled. We turned. Burning rage filled our eyes as volcanic ash filled the sky. Our lord rose from the melting earth, a blazing awe of red and black scale. So it began, the world was to be born anew - cleansed by fire.
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Primal Rage - One Hundred Words
Short StoryWritten as a mini challenge. Inspired by my obsession at the time, an arcade fighting game called Primal Rage.
