[dream] temple of ra/dragon half
I've let a fair bit of this slip away by accident, and it was somewhat silly to begin with, but to stay in practice:
The dragons had come.
They circled and scorched the city, eating whatever they found, destroying what they could not eat. they had arrived days ago, from somewhere outside of the Earth; frozen in fascination, the populace never thought about the destruction they could cause until it had already begun.
I was an earth spirit, or some other invulnerable being, very old; i remembered, had always remembered, the location of the temple in the desert. It was older than i was, and had always been gated and locked, though i remembered once (in another dream) finding a way through a high window, flying through its halls and into a deep dungeon that reached far into the earth, filled with the undead. It was time for it to serve its purpose now.
I could hardly carry they key-stone, the slap; as tall as i was and twice as wide, it fell heavily into place in what had otherwise always appeared to by a dry decorative pool, just inside the doors. It lit, and the heat began to build as it sunk through the floor, moving at first straight down, then horizontally. The heat was soon unbearable, and i flew out to a corner of the courtyard, thinking to watch over the process.
The heat generated by the keystone as so intense that i could watch its glowing progress, as the walls turned yellow, then white in it wake, and then began to crumble. After the second chamber collapsed, and the courtyard began to trmble, i became nervous; when the circular gates slammed shut, and the main chamber filled with the light of lava and a charging thrum, i leapt into the sky, looking back towards the city and the tiny dragons in the distance.
The first blast from the temple destroyed the two largest dragons in an instant.
The second blast, less intense but more sustained, bounced off strategically-placed mirrors; even these echoed rays were enough to pick off many more of the smaller ones. Eventually, all that were left were a small, rouge group, deep in the backwaters of the city, where the reflected rays were weak enough to be little more than an avoidable nuisance.
The leader of the group - little better than a small-time thug - called his three or four dragon minions to him to try to formulate a plan of escape. I, a younger dragon, and one of the smallest, had flown up to an abandoned apartment with an open window to eat my lunch in peace: a fast-food meal i had stolen from a confused, but unharmed human.
A chubby winged lizard, of the type that often ran wild on our homeworld, also climbed in through the window, sniffing after the food; i poured soda in its mouth and tossed it a piece of chicken. I could hear my leader outside, yammering about some daft plan i knew would get us all killed; below him, the thrum of the temple, gathering itself for another charge.
I crumpled the paper bag and, after working out how to operate the doorknob with claws, led the chubby lizard down the back stairs, through the abandoned streets, and away from the city.