NOT MY ART. This piece is from the one and only  Noben
Her upload
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The desert sun beat down on Sam, the heat adding yet another hardship upon the already beleagured dragon.

"Fuck" SAm swore as he staggered, half collapsing into the sand. Even his voice had little strength left a pale echo against the booming desert winds. He cursed inwardly regretting even speaking. The burn of dehydration in his throat, all but forgotton about now returned with a vengence
Slowly he picked himself up, swaying lightly upon aching limbs.

As he stood there swaying Sam considered giving up there and then. All he could see for miles was desert. No Oasis, no ranger patrol not even he was in no-mans land. Too far from any city to be inhabited or even reached by any living being.
Except myself, he thought glumly.

A particularly strogn gusp of wing buffeted Sam. His legs fought for a second before the buckled. Sending the exhausted dragon to the floor once again. As the sand caressed his face Sam passed into unconciousness.

By the time Sam awoke the sun was dipping below the horizon, somehow he managed to get himself to his feet. Deep down SAm knew this was the end, his tail flame was flickering revealing the tufted hair beneath. His magic had failed long ago and the bullet wound in his chest was achign worse than ever.

The cold but of his rifle pressed softly against his head. So he though glumly, this is how I die. Better quick and painless than long and drawn-out. With a shrug of his shoulders, the rifle was in his shaking hands. The familiar feel of the wooden stock was reassuring.

"So long world" he muttered "So long Cecilia"
In the distance the sun glinted, reflecting off something that wasn't desert, something that hadn't been there before.

The sparkle caught Sam's eye. As his fingers uncurled from the trigger, a though crossed his mind. Looks like I might live to not die in uniform

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Sam ©  haggetti
Artwork ©  noben
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