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The King Black Dragon


Carson

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Sorry if you read this story and feel it was a waste of somewhat 10 minutes - probably not event hat long, feel free to flame me and please offer comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I woke up in depths of the cave where I spent the night before. I grouped my items and made for the mouth of the cave. The sun made hazes upon the horizon of the wasted marshland, the heat so unbearable that the ground was covered with dead trees and wrought animals. This no mans land, more commonly known as the wilderness was home to the harshest of creatures big and small. A place where people sought riches, which more than likely lead to death. This land only had one law, survive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The reason why I was in this wasteland was to seek a myth, passed through many generations and word of mouth. This myth was a dragon, more powerful than anything else that ever existed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the scriptures this dragon goes by the name of the ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâKing Black Dragon̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ being king as it rules over everything. I have heard many stories of why this dragon was rumoured to be black, the one that stuck in my head goes a little like. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâThis dragon exhales flames so hot that it once burned its very own scales turning them into charcoal black, producing an impenetrable layer of carbon and diamonds.̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the stories it says many a men (and women) have went head to head with this beast but no one has ever lived to tell the tale. If I succeeded in my task I would go down in the history books, a fame I have always wanted, and the riches were just unthinkable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stepped onto the hard dirt and looked for the people who roamed this area looking to kill. To my relief it was empty and so I ventured north as that is where the dragon is rumoured to be. The sun beat heavily down on my rune armour and I flipped open my helmet and took a sparingly drink from my scale pouch. After what seemed a long time I came across the sound of liquid running, overjoyed that I would be able to drink what I needed and fill my pouch I ran in the direction of the liquid. As I got closer, and to my despair, I noticed this river was died deep red and smelt like fresh blood, a tell tale sign I was growing nearer a fowl beast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I followed the river of blood without stop until I came to an unfortunate man, crawling on the ground with nothing from the torso down. ̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅDon̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t go any further.̢̢̮ââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

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