Too Late

     I stood there, while the creatures fought for hours. My heart stopped at the moment. Fire and ice surrounded me. I was burned alive and then frozen. The dragons only seemed to fight on. There was no way for me to escape this painful terror. My strength was weak and the I could carry on no longer. So I fell, I fell through the clouds and the sky. I almost believed I was an angel, drunk on the butterflies in my stomach. When I hit the ground, my whole body finally gave in and broke. The grass was cool on my skin, and my life was numb. I wanted to feel something to let me know I was alive. But I was afraid that the pain would be too much for me to handle. I was stained red with the blood of others and myself. My eyes continued to flutter as I looked up in the sky and saw the clashing colors. It was almost like a fireworks show but the screams of people and innocents were unavoidable. I knew that others were falling from the sky and that they themselves would not survive.

     If only I could crawl into a hole and be found somehow. I knew that I would die because it was just a part of life. It was a natural cycle. But some had more time then others. I closed my eyes trying to welcome in the common fact that death was near. But I wanted to live, didn't everyone? It only kept me clinging to the earth. I was a broken toy and would be left in the playground behind the woods, where no one would find me until the earth was dug up and it was to late.