Writing Challenge - Day Two

Prompt: Write about a legend.

Alright, then. This legend I'm about to relay to you will also appear in my book "The Last Generation", which has not been written yet, ha. Anyways...here it is.

There have many accounts of a deadly creature that dwells just within the fields of Misàraeh, right along the border of the savage country that has warred continually with us for generations. No one is particurally certain on the appearance of this beast, only that it possesses a fiery orange color, whether it be fur or scales. We have long associated this creature with that of our enemy,as they have embraced the evil that is representative of it as their own. We have no knowledge as to any domestication of the animal, though all previous accounts passed through the ages would deny any willing contact or cooporation with humans, as everyone who has come in contact with one has perished.

It is said that the creatures themselves are impervious to flame. Such a thought was presented by a man many years ago, who claimed to have survived the fiery bite of the beast. His tale told of many survivors over time, those who had fallen victim to the beast's bite, but not it's venom, which, he predicted, was the reason for the deaths of countless others before him. The man lived two generations ago, sharing his story with anyone in sight. Everyone knew of him, though no one knew of where he had gone. With him went his story, and its feasibility. There were few who believed his tale beyond his disappearance, and even they miscontrued the story even further with their own added details.

There are certain impossibilities presented with the legend as it goes now, speaking of the effects a bite from this creature had on those it was wrought upon. Tales were made up of the beast's origin, debates as to whether it became horribly dangerous, or if it was simply created that way. One such account claims that the beast (pictured in the form of a snake or reptilian creature) fell into the deep of the earth and was trapped in a cavern of liquid fire, enduring the poisonous gases and acid. Strangely enough, this snake-like creature survived, only procuring a dark reddish-brown blemish on its skin to prove its adventure. From that moment, the beast was unaffected by fire; it felt no pain, and suffered no burns.

It is said that upon striking a human and inserting its venom, that the human will not die instantly, because the venom is not, inherently, poisonous. Rather, the real struggle for survival lies in overcoming the horribly enormous amount of pain. Many people either give in to the poison's welcoming death-warning, or they are driven to find a way to enter into the grips of death in a quicker manner. However, the tale tells of a fortunate few who have survived the entire venom process, and lived to experience their precious painless existence once more. Those few, those who were so fortunate, and yet so cursed, are said to have lived longer lives after their encounter. Like the legend of the beast, they emerge with only a large blotch where the creature struck them. It is said, tentively, that those who were bitten by the creature were the recipients of the creature's gifts. They also retained the immunity to fire and the pain of its heat.

But this is certainly just a wild tale conceived by those who dreamed of the impossible. Pay no mind to its claims.