Mark Dagger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 16, 2016

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Right, how do these stories start? Ah yes: Long ago in a magical forest, no, that’s just too fairy princess, let’s try again.  Deep in the Sight Forest in the middle of a burning village our hero lays burnt and wounded.  Our hero’s open wounds bleed, staining his armor.  As he waits for death, he hears a boys shout “Dad, there’s someone still alive over here!”  A man comes near and examines our hero. “Help me get him back to the house” the man says with anxiety in his voice.  As they begin to carry him out of the village, he begins to fade into dreams of fire, shouting and dragons.  Feeling a sharp pain in his chest our hero wakes up.  He finds himself on a straw bed on the far wall of a cabin.  A boy shouts out of the corner of the cabin “Mommy he’s awake!” Our hero looks toward the boy’s cry and sees a young boy, no more than ten, cleaning our hero’s armor.  A woman walks into the front door carrying a mug. “What happened, we heard explosions and terrible noises?” she asks as she walks near and hands our hero a mug of water.  Our hero sits up on the straw bed and replies “A dragon attack; are there more survivors?” “No, lay back down your wounds are great.” She then says kindly “What’s your name?”  “My name is Mark Dagger, I thank you for your assistance but I must see the king.” Our hero stands and begins to put on his armor.  “My husband can go to the king when he gets back from getting water, lay back down” the woman says kindly.  Our hero ignores her and continues to suit up and head out the door, but before he gets more than ten feet from the cabin, his heart stops.  Our hero collapses, realizing too late his heart has been torn in the battle.  As our hero prepares to leave this world, he realizes he has failed.  I do hope you weren’t expecting a happy story; this was not meant to be a happy story.  This was meant to be a story not of a hero, no, this was meant to be a short story about Mark Dagger, and nothing more.


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