Big love.

Once there was a dragon, fierce majestic and strong, he was so big his foot could trample a church.

His mouth could scoop up a football field. And his tail could wipe out a village, with his breath, with which he could blast away a small city, he played some games with the newest addition to the knights that wanted him dead.

“Dear sir, “ he enquired, “May i be so bold as to say you are on fire.”

The dragon giggled.

With one massive paw he scooped up the knight and then smooshed him all over the wall off his cave.

“That’s another one this week, “ said the princess.

“Yes dear it was… they are getting tedious… last one insulted me over my size… compared me to a moon.. I just had to.. you know I normally scare them away by throwing a mountain goat at them.”

“Yes yes yes I know that my dearest but it’s intervening with our work to make me precious even more to you.”

“Yes it is and the moon is ever closer to her mark now with every star out there in a grand cross… a sort of massive powerweave which will utterly transform you.”

“I am looking forward to the change my dearest.” went the princess, suddenly overcome by the draconic magick in mind of them both.

“I could really learn to look down upon people more.” went she.

The skies grew dark, and upon the heath, came forward the latest power of the Mordiffs, who sook to elimate all dragonkind and especcially this one.. A noble family that had fallen out off grace and was now turning to dragon hunting, occuppied the plains before the mountain of Gheru-Tarinax and his still, human bride. Machines to fill a city to the upper storeys with weaponry waited upon the poor dragon as it sought to enhance it’s life so succinctly.

Eduard Mordiff stood on the hill outside of the mountain valley and eyed the massive ant like activity in front of him.

“Yes they are more worth it than even the machine monsters aren’t they lord?” asked young Perdu the apprentice of the mighty dragon slaying lord the Mordiff.

Eduard laughed, “A minor red, that not even eats humans is our target and the prize? A measly five hundred gold, and that is IF the wyrm still has a viable head after we’re done with him! HA!!”