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A deep breath.

Clenched Fists.

He willed himself the strength to stand without fear. A blaze burned hot within his lungs, ready to aim and fire.

Peeking over the ledge of the rooftop below, the street lights flickered casting a light on the cold pitchmen road. He could see them. Hidden in the shadows with raised swords ready to slay the dragon.

Shiny brave knights convinced themselves he was an abomination. Yearning for the dragon in him to be evil. In their eyes he was a monster and that's all he'll ever be. The knights hadn't considered that maybe, just maybe he could simultaneous be human and monster. That both those possibilities are in everyone not just him.

They didn't care. Without a foe their existence was pointless. Every hero needs a villain. He was their unwillingly villain. They needed him to cause destruction so they could indulge in their privileged victory.

He quirked his lips into a smirk. If they wanted a fight so badly who was he to deny them.

He wasn't the boy who needs saving from the dragon anymore. He is the dragon, and he'd set them all ablaze.

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"Touch me and you'll burn."
- Margaret Atwood

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