PART of Chapter 2 in "A Myth Life"

Maurice rode like a maniac on his black horse. Constantly whipping the horse in the hind leg has left scars on the horses’ leg to symbolise it was under his power. Now was not the time for his horse to reject him, buck him off and leave him drowning of pain on the hard, merciless ground.

The approaching moat of the castle was covered through a thick layer of smoke from the dragon. Maurice had to halt to imagine the insides of the castle. The smoke had to be about ten times as bad as it was now. Maurice got back on his horse as he was struggling to breathe already and powered on. The castle was twice as worse as he imagined it has as though the skeletons themselves that hung on the wall were still alive, coughing and spluttering. Maybe it’s was the hallucinations occurring as he preached death row.

A sudden roar came from the back of the tower, finally all those favours for goblins,
confronting werewolves and killing witches had all paid off. This dragon had met its match. Maurice was confident he was going to bet the dragons 105 times in a row-winning streak. The noise of the dragon came from the heavy doors behind him.

The doors opened while the dragon left out a breath-taking roar. Maurice was speechless. How could this thing possibly survive these hot, smokey conditions. Once the doors had fully opened, the dragons beaded yellow eyes light up as it saw Maurice. His horse was shaking with fear before in his medieval accent he let out holding up his sword “Surrender thy mighty dragon! Before ye goes dies a horrible death.”

The dragon’s tail smashed against the floor to start an erosion in the Earth. Maurice was so focused he didn’t even feel the ground shake. With a huge grunt, he tossed his sword at the dragon’s neck but the dragons move was so sudden he had no idea where the sword disappeared. Jumping off his horse Maurice dashed across the room dodging the dragon’s colossal feet. His mind was racing, his sword was gone his body was freezing up. This much time in a smoke pit was not good to any mans health. When his life itself seemed to disappear, He saw his sword wedged in between to bricks. Maurice ran to the corner and tried to pull out the sword like the sword of Excalibur, His own sword would not budge. The dragon found him cornered and defenceless. The dragon ceased the opportunity to defeat Maurice by puffing a huge gust of smoke in his face. Maurice immediately collapsed on the floor shaking in fear was this the end of his life? Was it his time to visit the Holy Land?