The elder dragon looked down at the assembled heroes: The Fighter in her
gleaming Armour and long broad sword, the Mage in his black robe and jeweled staff, and the Healer in his white robe already conjuring spells of protection. They
had traveled far and defeated many evils in order to face the dragon that stood before them.
Each adventurer had lived a life of woe and given everything up in order
to vanquish the foe before them, thus saving the villages in the surrounding mountains. With a bone chilling battle cry the
heroes charged the dragon.
The dragon sat on his
hunches in a nonchalant way regarding the miniscule band of heroes charging towards him. With more of a yawn than any actually treat, the dragon opened it's mouth and let forth and great
burst of magical flame and smoke. Before the heroes could react, they
were vaporized in a poof of hydrogen leaving three piles of dust in their place. The dragon, feeling bored, decided to destroy a
few villages before settling down for a quite night's dinner of roasted
townsfolk.
© 2014 Mark Fiske
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