Challenge #04758-M009: Cut Out the Rot

Bibrid, once in his rarely used silver dragon form, held the weeping human that was near the body now slowly cooling on the floor./ (I.... I cannot.. believe I just did that.. I just... killed them.)

"But in doing so, many, many more will live."/ (A part of me felt like it just died, too.)

"That's what it feels like to kill another cognizant being. The fact it upsets you so means you understand, too, the gravity of it. It means you'll never kill without cause."/ (It hurts.)

"Pray it never stops hurting even when it's a necessity." -- Anon Guest

The world is wrapped in unalienable truths. Fish have to swim. Birds have to sing. And Dragons... have to fly. Bibrid was always careful to never let anyone untrusted see him take off or land whenever he needed to stretch his normally hidden wings.

He could fly around the world and still have joy enough to try once more to touch the moon.

He glided through the clouds just because he could, circled castles or towers just to listen to whatever chatter happened to reach his ears. And on this pass of this castle, Bibrid heard, "Oh gods, oh gods, help me. What have I done?" followed by hysterical sobs.

A soul in pain and distress. No good healer could leave them to their own devices, and Bibrid was chronically a good healer. So he lit as carefully as possible, following the sound of sobbing to a window. Where a richly-dressed room almost hid two figures. One laying on the floor and a puddle of blood, and the other kneeling nearby.

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