The Dragons Echo (Harry Styles Fanfic)
The painting had so much detail in it.
First you could see its tale, scales layered its sides but the skin itself seemed to glow and sparkle, it ended in two pointed and deadly looking tips, right at the ends they looked as sharp as Rapier swords.
Two huge leathered wings spread from its back, though unlike the rest of its body the wings looked gentle and vunrible, though I bet they could look pretty frightening if the dragon spread them out, I thought.
The wings also seemed to shine with an aerie light and it had been painted with a white light near the dragon and the light seemed to shine throught the dragons wings and make its body look even more luminescent.
The wings seemed a mixture of white and a faint purple.
It's behind legs were huge and muscler, I got a feeling it would have no problem in knocking down a house with those legs. I could see veins snaking themselfs round there lower legs near the foot or you could call it claws, where the scales seemed to just have slowly melted away.
It's claws looked like thin daggers, ready to cut through anything, as hard as metal, maybe even harder.
Before I could think about the rest of its giant like body, Mr Ringo took the projection away and said 'We're running out of time, before we leave let's talk about the legends that surround dragons shall we? Well..."
Mr Ringo said "From millions of years, since the dawn of time, it is said that dragons have lived among the stars, it is said that they are so powerful that they can not be destroyed or killed, only old age can truly weaken them and evventaully kill them.
They rule space and time, flying around in space and breathing fires as hot and hotter than our sun.
Legends have it that when the last true dragon dies, its echo will fall to earth and atttach itself to a living being, only someone who is true of heart and courage is able to carry the dragons echo, and through them the dragons will live on..."