Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31845764-20170831024428/@comment-32301387-20170831074553

Kneeling down, i crumble some charcoal, and smear parts of my body with it, to disguise my smell. I do the same to the blade, to hide its shine.I slowly appoach the Dragon from behind, knees bent, my sword angled to strike her expossed neck. A quick, merciful strike.

''She did this. I think to myself. She has to die.'' As if hearing my inner thoughts, she turns around, my sword clashing against her scales instead. Shocked, she graps my arm, causing me to drop it. I respond with a haymaker, parried, before i am thrown several feet over her head and behind her.

Landing with a thud, i find myself winded unable to stand. nothing permenant. I reach for my magitech revolver point at her, and pull the trigger on her pretty, shocked face.

Clank.

Clank.

ClankClankClank.

No ammo. Of course it is.

Sighing, she begins to walk towards me. Feeling in body begining to return. Need to buy time.

"Why do it" I ask.

She stops. her face goes from one of pity (Chief god above, i hate that emotion) to one of sadness. It is almost convincing. Almost.

"Why do all dragons attack the defenceless?" she asks, although it is clear it is not directed at me. "We had more control than most monsters. It.... it was need to dominate. to see the fires burn i think. I wont forget though. Suppose thats why I never moved on. But-but, we changed! I changed. I see that look in your eyes! You are also miserable. Perhaps, if-if we were together..."

She is right. As much as I hate to do so, I pity her. I walk up to her, I hug her,  I plant my lips firmly into hers, then a remove them, look her in her pleading eyes.

"Justice can be harsh. I came here to do kill you in its name. Now... Your sentence is life. You will Live, and know what happened here. And I will stay, to ensure you live out your punishement. Together. We will make a town here. And the ancestors will learn to forgive."

Her face lights up for a moment, a beautiful flame. By fire was this ground burned. By fire it will be reborn.

History speaks fondly of the city of Comercia. A Small village that took in refugees with no were else to go, gave them food and shelter, and asked for them to help build a brighter future, to help those less fortunate.

The First Doge Was a wise king, who championed Justice and forgivness. Under his reign, the people knew order, and security.

His wife would spear head  many projects to help the less foruntate. schools, cleric centres, farms, she helped with them all.

Time would pass, and scars would heal. And as on earth, so above, the ancestors would forgive.