Short Stories - An Unlikely Friend

Updated: Mar 31

Hello Everyone!

Today’s post is a short story this time! Hopefully it’s one with a beginning, middle and end, because I’m so used to writing very long chapters that don’t quite define an ending, so maybe this time I will.

Now, the inspiration for this “short”, because I don’t know how short it will actually be, was a visual prompt I’d found on the Daily Prompt app. You can find this app in the Apple store, Google Play, wherever. It’s great for writers, especially when you need something to inspire you, once you’ve hit a writer’s block.

Anyway, I’m digressing, so without further ado, here it is.

An Unlikely Friend

Lila sat huddled and scared. She was the last of her kind. She’d just witnessed the death of every one of her pack’s members fall to the ground, as if they weren’t great hulking lompuras. They were supposed to be omens of good fortune, of life. If a human ever saw one, they’d call it a sign from the gods. Of course, that was a long time ago. Now, they hunted her kind for sport. She knew that her kind were coveted by their leaders, their fur used to warm their chairs, their wings to decorate their clothes. It was humiliating and saddening. Whatever was left of her kind had hidden deep between mountain tops, forests and valleys. Should a human ever cross into their territories, they knew their protectors would scare them away.

Their protectors could only do so much though. They were dwellers of dark spaces, nothing like the lompura. Where their bodies were catlike and soft, theirs were scaly and hard. Where their wings were large enough to hold two humans each side, theirs were barely thin and slimy. Humans would call them dragons. Lila called them protectors. They were fierce with their fire breath, and their glowing yellow eyes. Of course, with their power, they didn’t look like the likeliest of friends for Lila and her kind, but somehow, they managed to form an unspoken bond, and every one of Lila’s pack were now safe.