Oh well. I'm going to do one today! If anyone has read my Christmas flash story, I'll give you another quick peek into my character Sawyer from my current WIP "Malrith's Shield".
Flames lit up the night sky. A fiery roar of a dragon’s voice sounded in the distance. Atrocious wings created a whoosh of wind that blew Sawyer’s hair away from his face. He stood frozen with eyes wide as the entire castle burned before him. There was nothing he could do to stop the attack.
Maids and workers darted through the hallways, searching for protection from the ongoing assault. Smoldering beams fell from the roof. The folk stopped and screamed as the dragon flew above them, dousing them in a blast of heat.
Sawyer’s body shook in fear. The dragon would find him if he didn’t move. He tried to lift a leg, but could barely take a step. All he could do was watch while the whole world around him was destroyed.
An unfamiliar voice flitted through his thoughts. Standing on the opposite side of the hallway was a figure... no, the dragon’s summoner. In red heavy armor, the summoner wavered with broadsword in hand.
Sawyer tried again to move. He yelled out for help as more people passed him by, but it seemed no one heard him. The summoner stalked closer. Long, red hair coiled down the man’s chest. His extravagant chest plate and bracers shone in the firelight from above. Sawyer had never seen such masterpiece armor before.
“You there,” the summoner said with his sword drawn toward him.
Sawyer’s heart dropped as he dared not to stare at the blade, but at his killer’s face. Brown eyes shimmered with bloodlust. The man’s lean, youthful face showed no sign of fear nor regret. This summoner was... Sawyer lowered his head in spite of himself.