10 years had passed since the day the dragon had meet its family. He had grown almost twice the size of a human when he was on four legs, as he usualy was, and his scales were a gorgous shade of dark blue. It was now time for his second sacrifice from this lovely little town he was now terrorizing. He didn’t feel like walking so he decided to fly to the place where his second sacrifice so far would be. Spotting her in the agreed clearing, she was tied up at the hands and feet, and lying on a stone podium. He landed nearby and walked toward the clearing. The dragon appeared through the trees. “Those cowardly townspeople are probably hiding in their little homes right now.” He couldn’t blame them. A powerful and savage dragon was coming to…
He didn’t get the chance to finish the thought as a human warrior pounced from the excellent hiding place he had made specifically to hide from this dragon. He jumped on the dragon, knocking it down into a tree. The dragon quickly responded and attacked the hunter, using its fiery breath. The warrior, however, protected himself with a shield made specially to block the dragon’s breath.
Convinced the puny warrior would be roasted to a crisp by now, he stopped, only to be surprised as the warrior lunged at him, taking advantage of the surprise
The dragon, startled, let out a roar. The warrior again took advantage and revealed his secret weapon. Though he would not be able to defeat a dragon with brute force, as many tried in vain, he had a trick up his sleeve; a vial full of pure Dragonbane sap. He tossed the vial in his hand into the dragon’s open mouth. The dragon closed its jaws, crushing the vial and releasing it contents. The dragon prepared to charge the warrior, but suddenly started to sway, then cried out and fell to the ground, dead. The brave warrior turned to the town and announced in a celebrating yell, “The dragon is DEFEATED!”
Almost instantaneously, villagers came out from their houses and shelters and celebrated. The gates opened and the town leader appeared with two footmen. As the footmen went to untie the sacrifice, the leader approached the warrior to congratulate him. “Excellent job! I don’t know how you did it, but you defeated our dragon and saved the village.”
“No big deal,” mentioned the dragon slayer coolly, “just as long as I get what’s promised.”
“…of course,” said the leader pleasantly, handing the warrior a rather weighty bag. “1000 gold pieces… and a wagon to carry the body.” The man suddenly turned back to the warrior as he headed back into the confines of the town. He carried an expression of curiosity. "Why, exactly, do you wish to keep the body? We could dispose of it for you.”
“Hey, I want a trophy of my first dragon slaying.”
The leader, at ease, turned around one more time. “Thank you for saving this village. Are you sure there is nothing else we can for you?”
“Yes, there is, actually,” the slayer realized, “go and tell your other lord buddies or whatever that if they ever get dragon problems, I’ll be ready for the job.” …and with that the slayer got on his wagon, as the two footmen loaded the body. The body seemed to expand as if it was breathing. “Weird,” thought one, but disregarded the thought as absurd.
A few minutes from the town, the slayer had finaly taken of his helmet and was making full speed to his home in the outskirts. Silently, the dragon’s head rose up behind the slayer and got ready to pounce. The slayer swiftly caught the dragon’s neck in his arms and firmly gave the dragon a rub on the top of his head with his knuckles. “Great job, little brother!”
The dragon smiled. “You, too, Jeffery. Now mom and dad won’t need to worry about that nasty tax man.”
“Yep. By the way, that howl of agony was great! You gotta watch out, though, that shield got so hot, it almost burnt me.”
“What is this? A critic’s review of my performance?” asked, in a playfully sarcastic tone.
“Yep, I’m rating you 4 stars.”
“Only four? Humph. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t eat you before we get home then.”
“You’ll never get a chance to find my honey stash.”
“Good reason. Can I have some when we get home?”
“Maybe…”
Five minutes later at the farm…
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