Hunting Evil Dragons

In medieval times, peasants began to weep when beneath the castle, in a stronghold deep, flames from mouths of dragons began to sweep over the realm, tired of dinging too long on sheep. They took to wing, soaring with swift speed Searching for tastier meals upon which to feed. "South" screamed Blathazor, the eldest decreed! The others obeyed him. Glad they had been freed! Weeks passed and humans lay dead. Others tried hiding, living life with dread but the gluttonous dragons were all well-fed feasting on villagers with rampant bloodshed. They gutted the land of cattle and deer. Each day another dragon seemed to appear. Those who remained alive were terrified with fear. Word of the demon dragons had spread far and near. What brave hero would be found so adept to kill the evil dragons in the cave as they slept? A wizard flew down on his magic dragon, Culdecept. whose flaming power destroyed them on his intercept. October 20, 2022 Painting Prompted Contest sponsored by Lisa YY Written to coincide with painting #4 in 157 words.