A frustrated hero

Tough battle

I was running with several adventurers in the middle of a battle against dragons. I felt happy because I felt it was my moment, but it was not. My happy face was gone in a moment. There were nine of us running with a lot of confidence that we could do something.

In front of us the adventurers we were going to help, died in front of our eyes. Almost simultaneously five of the eight dragons that were around spat fire at them from different places. We could do nothing for them. It was too late.

I was a bit shocked and stopped in my tracks. The other adventurers were still running as if nothing. As if something else inspired them to endanger their lives, even though there was no hope that we could win.

The smell of burning grass became too intense and annoying.

I stood and watched as the eight adventurers reached those beasts and started fighting like it was nothing. They were very sure of what they were doing, and obviously they were right, those swords were not normal. From one moment