I got a small crew of assassins together about a month or so ago. We set out to slay the dragon that was burning all the small villages in Rovascotia. He even managed to take the lives of the Queen and her staff, transforming her castle into his den.
He towered at least seventy feet tall. His footsteps shook the ground. The heat from his breath could be felt a mile away.
We tracked his every move, learning his daily routine. We studied his species, his odd anatomy. His heart was located on the tip of his fierce tongue and must be punctured to bring his existence to an end.
We carved many small swords out of steal and perfected our aim. The attack would have to occur as he slept peacefully in his nest.
Taking our gear, we trekked through the rolling green meadows of the beautiful countryside, holding tight to our makeshift weapons.
We entered through an opening where the castle door once stood and climbed the rock steps, stunned by the barbaric snoring coming from the loft. We moved cautiously into his den. His mouth opened wide with each deep breath. Quickly, we released our weapons, striking his heart. His eyes bulged in fear as he bellowed out one last horrific scream.
These events led to our own capture. The walls caved in, the ground crumbled, all escape routes were now blocked by castle debris. Positioned in the middle of the rumble was but one giant, glass picture window. No matter what we tried, it just wouldn’t break.
The dragon, deceased had fallen over on his side revealing a monstrous egg. The egg began to crack bringing to light a thin membrane. The monster’s offspring burst through, covered in slime, he cried in search of his mother.
We offered him the only thing we had to give which was love. He loved us back. We trained him to forcefully move around. By the time our supplies ran low, he had managed to clumsily break the window that held us captive with his tail.
We lured him from his habitat and back to our hometown of Zooxenburg. We built for him a lovely cage.
The curiosity of our homeland people made us plenty of money. They paid generously to see our find. We considered him lucky to have us.
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