I hold onto my mother's as we sprint through the streets to return to our home. The Dragons of Arl have come on the Day of Judgement and we usually try not to get involved. The dragons stalk the streets, puffing out smoke and clattering their mechanical wings. We unlock our front door and bolt inside. We lock the door and I look out the window. Large dragons of many shapes and colors trudge through the streets. I know their going towards the Town Hall, where the judgement will begin. My mom boards up the windows and I go into the kitchen. It is my turn to cook tonight, though I really don't want to. I was always fascinated by these large creatures, and I always wanted to see the up close. But my mother doesn't want me to go near them, since she doesn't want me to get punished, I guess. I pulled out a package with leftover steak in it. I put it in a pan and get frozen carrots and some easy-make mash potatoes. My mother goes upstairs to take a bath. I guess this time of year always bothers her. But, she is gonna feel more worried. When I finish dinner, I put it on two plates, and I silently unlock the door. Then, as I close the door, I sprint down the streets toward Town Hall.
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