![]() ![]() He had no illusions that it was all due to him still, he was a prince, it was a dragon, the dragon was dead-shouldn’t there be an intermission? Something?Īnd also. There should be a pause, an astounded moment of silence, when he and the fairies and anyone else watching would take a breath and acknowledge the incredible deed that was just accomplished. Still, the dragon nagged at the back of his mind like a mosquito. Without them, he would have still been rotting in the evil fairy’s dungeon, waiting impatiently for a hundred years to pass so he could break his true love’s spell-as a doddering old man. Without them, he wouldn’t have had the enchanted sword in the first place. Without them, he would never have been able to hurl the sword magically into the one spot that would easily kill the beast. Without them, he would have done no good whatsoever. The handsome prince had killed the dragon with the help of the three strange little fairies he now followed. ![]() ![]() Many strange and dire things were happening to an ancient keep that had already endured enough unusual treatment for the past sixteen years. Thorns were falling from the battlements like rain, making curiously pleasant wooden sounds on the grounds of the bailey. A giant black and purple fire-breathing dragon from the very pits of hell itself was dead somewhere outside the castle. ![]()
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