Dragon Slayer

The boy raced up the hill in a game he and his friends were enjoying, but had no clue about the danger that lay ahead in the mountains. As he reached the top, he dove onto the ground and out of sight. Laughter echoed across the valley, and it seemed nothing could possibly go wrong on this glorious afternoon. A moment later, his friend bounded up the hill after him, slapped him in the back and exclaimed “You’re it!”
But the boy did not move. He lay motionlessly on the ground, his eyes staring straight ahead. His friend started to ask him what was wrong, but then he froze too when he saw what lay before them. The head of a large, golden dragon was poking out of a cave on a distant mountain cliff, its eyes staring straight back at the boys. Its cumbersome body was concealed in the shadows while its nostrils flared with a deep red ember that pro-duced a thin trail of smoke escalating towards the sky.
The boys were frozen to the spot and had only enough courage to muster one word from their lips “DRAGON!” All the townspeople that were outdoors in the valley below heard his cries, and rushed up the hill to see if this accusation was true. But when they reached the children, they saw the dragon and instantly understood the jeopardy their town was in. Within minutes the city council had been called up to find a resolution to this threat.
Everyone knew the dragon had resided in the cave but had been in a deep slumber ever since anyone could remember. They attacked the possibilities of how the problem could be resolved, and finally, came to a conclusion that they would send thirty of their finest soldiers to kill the monstrous dragon.
The troops marched elegantly in rows of three to fight the terrible fiend. Their im-maculate armor shone strongly as they marched up the steep mountain cliff. The wives of the soldiers waited at the foot of the mountain crying in hope that they would see their beloved ones again. The soldiers halted when they reached the foot of the cave ready to attack. Some of the men were feeling the effect of nervousness while others were receiv-ing a rush of adrenaline to fight the monster. The dragon, who by now knew that the town below had discovered of his reawakened activity, had been spying on the movement of the legion up its mountain. So when the army arrived at the dragon’s doorstep, it quickly slid out from underneath the protective roof of the cave and let loose a blazing inferno from its mouth.
The fire spread across the entire mountain cliff, leaving no chance for the sol-dier’s survival. Thirty different piles of ashes were strewn across the dirt for all the sol-diers were dead before they had time to blink. All the townspeople stood there, rooted to the spot and were watching with horror. They could not believe that thirty of their most dearly loved fighters had disintegrated right before their very eyes.
The people in the village stared at the tumbling rocks for just a second and realized the danger to come. So they struggled to slip out of the city but they panicked which only slowed them down. It took only a little more than a couple seconds for the boulders to reach the village, but for the villagers it seemed like a hundred decades. The very few people that made it out before it was too late turned around just to see the juggernaut hammer their city to pieces. The humongous rocks tore through the city like it was a knife slicing through hot butter. The lucky people still inside the town that did not get killed by the impact were instantly buried in falling rubble. Although someone was having fun at the top of the mountain; the dragon was in a festive mood because of the damage he just created.
Now he realized this as his chance to punish and finish the village off for their ig-norance that they actually thought they could kill a dragon with only thirty men. He raced down the mountain, his eyes on the torn up town the whole way. Once he reached the bot-tom he let out a giant roar, symbolizing his final assault. The people retreated out of their torn up homes to the outskirts of the village as the dragon entered the town.
The dragon crashed through the village’s ruins scavenging for dead bodies. He crunched their bones and then realized that humans taste awful and spat them out. Then out of the corner of its eye it spotted a swift shadow dart across the dirty ground behind it. The dragon whipped its head around to find a little boy standing there, surrounded by crumbled house debris.
The dragon instantly recognized him as the youngster that was participating in the game tag at the top of the hill earlier. The only weapon the boy possessed was a small bow and one measly little arrow, not nearly potent enough to vanquish this monster. The dragon recognized this as a challenge and knew he would be easily executing this boy. So it breathed its blazing fire toward the child; when the smoke cleared there were no re-mains of the kid. The dragon realized that the boy had jumped out of the way with super-natural speed, before the flames even arrived.
The dragon let out a roar of anger that filled the air. Then it heard the boy yell from behind it “Dragon, over here,” once again the dragon turned around to see the boy let go of his bow string. Then the last thing it ever remembered was an arrow pierce it’s heart with an instant kill. The dragon toppled over and smacked the ground with a THUD!
“You shouldn’t have interrupted my game, killed my friends, or destroyed my city!” the boy yelled at the lifeless dragon. Then the boy stepped back from his prey to realize the burden he had just vanquished. He raced to the others outside the city to notify them of the good news. The other villagers at first did not even consider the story to be true, a little boy killing a humongous dragon.
No matter how hard he tried the boy couldn’t convince the villagers to go take a look at the dragon because it could still be alive in there. So the boy went back to go find proof that he had actually killed the dragon. When he got to the dragons carcass he in-spected it, looking for something to take back to his people. When he decided what he was going to take he sliced off his proof.
He dragged it back to the villagers and held it up for all of them to see. “Could it be? It is the dragon’s head!” he heard one of them exclaim. “Let’s make him our future leader of our new city,” and “Yes, that’s an excellent idea. It’s the least we owe him for saving our lives,” the conversation in the crowd started. So the boy was made future leader of the village, and successfully led the village through many troubled times.