I'm going to do a mini story ( as in mini mini ) every week to get practice. It may be bad, but its practice :D
The Chronicles Of Pyrogram
The room had an old smell, like one of the old hospitals you may have visited, you know, the stale and slightly old air.
In the corner, sat an old frail man ,youth spilling from his eyes. A walking stick next to him, a dragon calved into it.
He shifted, ever so slightly. His hand slowly reached for his dragon cane. As his fingers made contact the wood slowly started to glow red.
His cane began to turn into a red glow, red streaks began to circle the old man, enveloping him into a red ball of lines.
The red stopped as gently as it started, unwinding from him, but he was not there, he was gone.
Part 1 of 10
thanks for reading.
Wrote by pyrogram. Not to be used by others.
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