You speak the sin, you spread the seeds, you wear a mask of deceit. You're fellow friends have you on a leash, you're like a vulture that is circling me. I brace for impact, as I fall in a whirlwind. I don't know what is up, nor where down is down.

I grab the rope that leads me forward, as I near the summit above me. I feel the strong gusts of wind, trying to knock me back to where I began. I press forward and on, a goal stuck in my mind. I can't lose faith, I can't drop hope. I hold to the rope, one more step, closer, closer.

Fire spews like lava, hot and fast. I brace for impact. I close my eyes, I don't know what to do. I am terrified. I clench my fists. I stare at the rope before me, fire catches to it, I feel the cords snapping away, like frail grass. I plummet to the ground below.

I open my eyes. Tears stain my face. My face is flushed, I can feel it. The dragon stands before me, his fists clenched. He stares at me, deeply, almost content. I gulp, a shiver trickling down my spine. 

My father stands before me, his face red as a furnace. His face full of calloused anger. I feel blood dripping down my face. My face feels as if it is on fire. I am a fallen soilder, about to be slain.

The dragon rears on his legs, he draws back his fist. The eyes of the beast burn like embers. The beasts swings at me. I topple to the ground. The soilder has fallen.