My name is Thomas and I wrote a story. There were pictures to go with it, but I lost them in the fire. What fire? No, just read the story. They have a lot of waivers.
Dragons are real and my story is about them.
There was once a dragon slayer that had never slain a dragon. However, a dragon had never slain him so he managed to maintain the title. Monsters are not real and this dragon slayer did not slay them. If he did, he would be a monster slayer, but there are no such thing as monsters so this entire situation is hypothetical. It was interesting that the Kingdom he belonged to allowed him to boast as a dragon slayer. Have you ever met a bar tender that doesn’t tend to the bar and continued to refer to him as a bar tender? Of course not.
I shall call the dragon slayer Joseph.
Joseph had dreams of becoming a knight. He was something of a klutz so he never really achieved his dream. The King never “knighted” him, instead, he was given a special duty. He was ordered to protect the Kingdom from dragons. It was a cruel joke. Nobody within the Kingdom believed that dragons existed, so they ridiculed Joseph. He was not the pride of anything or anyone.
He remembered no family and no friends. Just his sword and his shield and the woman that never loved him.
“Good Morrow, Joseph… slay any dragons lately?” This is how they mocked him. Joseph looked so knightly but he felt so empty. I shall call him Joseph the Dragon Slayer.
Unbeknownst to Joseph and the whole Kingdom, but only to his fortune, a dragon lurked in the shadows of the (k)night. The dark abyss and the terrible unknown. This dragon kept his watchful yellow eye on the Kingdom and dreamt of scorching the fortress with his flaming breath. He would leave the trees without leaves and the wives without husbands.
The unassuming Dragon Slayer would fall with the Kingdom. Rest in peace on the hills and power in the valleys.
The dragon decided the day he would attack. The Sun rose in the east on this fateful day.
The dragon let out a cry so the whole Kingdom could hear it.
A battle ensued so epic I can only describe it in lyric.
The dragon attacked with a force unforeseen.
An attack that could only be dreamt in a dream.
The war had begun, the dragon breathed flame.
Every locked door hid a child and dame.
Horses were cooked, their riders were ash.
Buildings collapsed with a bang and a crash.
All hope was lost for the King and the Crown
Then Joseph stepped out with a leap and a frown.
Joseph faced the dragon with fear on his skin
All thoughts of survival were soon stretched thin.
The dragon looked at Joseph with a curious grin
This man could not possibly believe this battle he could win.
The dragon breathed fire to boast his power
And Joseph marched forward with not even a cower.
The dragon was amused with the daring young man
Not knowing that Joseph had devised a plan.
Women and children prayed to the lord.
And Joseph marched forward with his shield and his sword.
The dragon raged on with his fiery breath.
As Joseph pressed on towards inevitable death.
Joseph approached the dragon from behind
And gashed him deep all along his spine.
Back to the regular prose. After the dragon was slain a royal dinner was arranged for Joseph. It was held in the castle’s dining hall where the décor was extravagant and the food was exquisite. The ceremony was invite only and the guests were of high value. After the meal the King called Joseph to the throne and said “Joseph, you saved the Kingdom and preserved our reign. This is the only way I can thank you for saving our lives. I shall hereby proclaim you Sir Joseph the Dragon Slayer and present with you a suite in the royal palace and a wife fit for only a King.”
The guests cheered and chanted “Long live the King! Long live Joseph! Long live the King! Long live Joseph!”
However, Joseph stopped the chant and revealed to the crowd and the King that the Dragon had not been killed. Rather, he was planning another attack. The crowd gasped, the King was speechless, but Joseph devised a plan and spoke with such conviction that he won not only the noblemans heart, but the Kings and the peasants. He wanted to strike first with a small battalion he had put together. They were to leave at midnight of the next day. The King approved Joseph the Dragon Slayer’s plan and provided him with all of the knights and equipment he requested. The kingdom gave their blessing and nervously applauded their hero and protector.
The small contingent gathered in the (k)night ready to march towards battle. No one lined the streets and no one was cheering. Parents put their kids to sleep hoping and praying that Joseph could slay the mighty dragon.
“They will write stories about us.” Joseph told them this in confidence. This is that story.
As the soldiers marched towards the battle they chanted:
And it won't be long
'Till I get back home
An originale by William BraveHeart Wallace
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Part 7 soon.
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