The Red-Tailed Killer

This morning, when I was in the middle of a very interesting conversation via Whatsapp something unusual happened, you’re not going to believe it.

First of all, I should say I was connected to the university’s wi-fi signal, which sucks sometimes, so when I got disconnected I thought it was part of the normal routine. Surprise! it was not, It suddenly felt very warm on our floor, we heard a girl screaming her lungs out, and something happened, something out of everyone’s imagination: our floor was on fire. I panicked, “Fire? without the smell?” I thought, but it was not a normal fire, and because of the shock I couldn’t recognize the smell.

They had to teach me this several times, I never thought it could be necessary, I practiced it refusing to believe it, but here I was standing in front of a giant red-tailed dragon: The most dangerous of them all. How did I get out of this enormous threat? It was not easy at all… I actually didn’t.

“Rule number one of every dragon killer: Don’t panic.” We read that sentence every single day, but that was exactly what I did, I understand now why we shouldn’t panic: dragons can sense the panic and they can hunt you to death. I had to go quickly to my emergency kit, an old-fashioned bag, useful anyways. I took my S-pen, A pen I would normally use to write, but in cases like these with the touch of my hand it transforms into a sword, only my hand, because it’s made out of metal and drops of my blood. Isn’t it cool?

But moving on with my story; I grabbed my Sword and run to the hall. I saw for the first time a real red-tailed dragon, My trainer told me they were extinct, but apparently they aren’t. It was gigantic, only its wings were the size of a truck. It walked slowly towards me, I learned they move very slow, but they think faster than a calculator. Also, they are almost blind, but their sense of smell compensates every bit of blindness.