Burnt – 55 Fiction

The goblet Burntfell out of his hands, eyes started to water, throat started to burn  and tongue was numb. A strong current stung his brain. He wiped his tears and held is throat, mimicked like dragon spitting out fire. He felt good now, enjoyed the taste of hot and spicy Mulgatwany made by his mom.

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