Dragon
DRAGON
Darkness fills the dragons’ lair with long shadows, dancing upon the walls.
At the back of a narrow passage lives the dragon, the last of his kind on this world guarding his haul of gold and treasure with his mighty power.
Quietly feeding, he sucks the life from the living he has captured, the very marrow from the bones, a meal of meat, muscle, blood and flesh, feeding his very evil power.
No man dares set foot here if he wants to live, so the dragon will live a few more years; yet in his mountain cave, remote and hidden but from a few brave but foolish souls. How long will this battle last? Lives laid down for his treasure, it would take an army to defeat him and at a cost of their blood.
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