My name is Lost

My name is Lost

A Story by MistyFog

I blindly reached for my dagger and stabbed the enemy until I could be sure he was dead. Considering the enemy was a dragon, nobody would mind my murduring him.

The dragon's name was Gar, and he haunted my tribe for ages. Most people think about ancient chinese people when the think about dragons, but the dragon Gar terrorized our Indian civilization. The Navajo people, my people, were rendered defenseless by Gar, until I came along.

I was born from two Indian spirits, and my name name is lost. I am an ancient Indian goddess, but nobody remembers me, even though I saved many lives from death.

© 2012 MistyFog

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Added on June 23, 2012
Last Updated on June 23, 2012
Tags: Indian, spirit, dragon



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