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My eyes narrowed, sweat dripping down my forehead as I locked eyes with the beast. Its black scales glistened with sweat as well. I cocked the gun and carefully wiped the perspiration from my face, breathing hard. The bandanna wasn't helping much. My leather-gloved hands felt slippery as I tightened my grip. The AK-47 was covered with red dust, but I wasn't really concerned about it.What I am concerned about is the fact that I may loose my life this very minute. All I can think about is how sharp those teeth are, how strong those legs are. It could tear me apart if it wanted to. It could call others if it wanted to. But this beast was only toying with me. I could see the slight respect in its eyes, though. It was obviously amazed I had survived this long.Slowly, I ground my feet into the dirt, savoring my breaths. I put the butt of the gun against my shoulder and fire one bullet.My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. The dragon sees this as a taunt, and gracefully, sleekly scampers towards me.It jumped so fast I could barely raise the gun in time. Its claws scratched against the metal, and I felt it groaning in complaint as I pushed against the black beast. I started to fall back and set my legs against its torso, using Fold Bellows the force of its lunge to throw it back behind myself.It crashed into some trees, roaring and growling in anger as it scrambled to its feet, the beast's razor-sharp claws digging into the earth. The dragon roared loudly, glaring at me. Its breathing was loud, blowing up sand.Darn beast had scratched my forearms pretty good. I took few seconds to examine them, my heart still thundering like a million wild stallions.And for the first time in my life, I felt fear. Not the kind of fear you feel when your cell phone drops off the counter, or the feeling in your stomach you get on a roller coaster.This fear felt like a kick in the stomach as we stared at each other again, circling each other.I wasn't going to lose this battle.But my arm dropped to my side along with the gun suddenly, relaxing my body and closing my eyes.Rocky's words came to me suddenly. He had said it as a joke, but it suddenly became so vital to me that I felt like he had somehow saved my life. He was referring to the time we had been playing baseball. What a material thing right now.I took a breath and opened my eyes, dropping the gun. A puff of red sand rose into the air. The sun beat down on my back. The dragon looked at me curiously, its shoulders bobbing up and down in a warning way. It reminded me of a cat, ready to pounce. Its ears folded back and its lip curled back, a bellowing growl releasing from its chest as I took a step forward. Its pupils were slits, dangerous as I took another step forward, and another, until I was a few feet away from the black dragon. I could feel its breath on my face.It flinched away as I rose my hand toward it. Its lip curled back, revealing its sharp teeth again.I couldn't believe I was doing this. How stupid!But I did it. I left my hand outstretched and closed my eyes, turning my head away from it.For a moment, nothing happened. The dragon's breathing continued. My hand grew hotter suddenly. This was it. I had made the biggest mistake of my life.But my heart skipped a beat as I felt scales against my hand. I turned up to look at it.The dragon's eyes were closed as it pressed its mouth against my hand. They opened as it pulled away and it growled again, glaring at me before hurrying off to the side.I watched it crash through the trees from the clearing until I couldn't see it anymore.My mouth hung open.I had just survived an encounter with a Night Fury.Blargh, sorry, I messed up in a few parts with current and past tense. I started writing it in current but then switched to past. So sorry. :POops! Yeah, sorry, Fan Fiction. ^^;