dyed of rust by time.
The dragon stood tall and proud in front of Mai Long, and it flapped its wings hard, in order to create a
massive gust of wind, which blew Mai Long back off the platform he stood on. Mai Long drew out his sword,
and then swung it recklessly, not knowing its powers.
To his surprise, the sword leashed out a purple slash of wind, which traveled until it scarred the neck of the
dragon. Silver, velvet blood rushed out of the wound, and drenched the Great Wall, painting it a luminous azure
shade. Mai Long then observed the dragon’s weaknesses, finding that it was exhausted from breathing out
flames. The dragon was beginning to resort to melee attacks, and with Mai Long’s consistent slashes, the dragon
was soon wounded heavily. Mai Long then decided that he would have to slay it once and for all.
He swiftly glided under the belly of the dragon, sliding on the rocky and poorly polished floor of the Great
Wall. He then thrust the blade as he was gliding down, bearing the blade in his hand firmly. He never let go of
the blade, despite the fact that it chafed his hands every single moment he grasped the metallic handle. As he
finished sledding out of the dragon’s proximity, he finally mustered all the courage he had remaining, and stood
up.
Tales tell what happened next differently. Some say that the dragon consumed Mai Long, and they both
disappeared into history, where not many remember their epic battle.
However, some say that Mai Long had slain the dragon. Others say that Mai Long has died with it. What we
do know is this; the iron spirit of the dragon is embedded inside the very wall, and gives the wall an aura of
strength. The spirit of the dragon, which is sturdy, and resembles strength, will ensure that the Great Wall will
protect China for eternity, and will never fall, despite the countless blemishes time will naturally bring it.
Maybe the Great Wall of China may fall one day.
But not when I am still alive.
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Mai Long
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