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Prologue
Three weeks have passed since the dragon Goldenscale has dared to enter Beutec and wreak havoc on the land. During this time, Avondale, and three of King Arthur’s knights have devised a plan to kill the dragon when it returns to attack the town once more. As for the people of the town, they have been working hard to return their home back to its former glory, and thanks to Arthur’s aid they are at the brink of completion. Unfortunately for them, their work may just turn out to be in vain, for just as the final section of Beutec is rebuilt, the hideous roar of Goldenscale rings forth from the northern mountains. Now, with the dragon approaching and the people preparing for a battle only found in ancient legends, will Goldenscale emerge victorious? Or will the huntsman and the knights be able to put an end to Goldenscale’s reign of terror? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Get ready, all of you! The beast is upon us!” Agthor shouts as the frame of Goldenscale appears in the distance; the dragon is approaching quickly and with obvious intent to kill. Behind him, Avondale, the other two knights, and the remaining people of Beutec, sit atop their mounts ready to fight the beast to the death.

“Are you certain that this will work Avondale? Few people have ever gone up against a dragon and lived to tell about it, and even fewer have slain one…” The youngest knight asks nervously as he places a hand atop the handle of his sword, ready to pull the weapon from its sheath should the need arise.

“Do not doubt my knowledge Criss, the plan will work…It has to.” Avondale says calmly as he readies his spear, muttering the last few words of his statement as if to pray for divine help. Behind him the townspeople stand on foot and ready their weapons as well, drawing blades and pointing their pitchforks in Goldenscale’s direction. A moment later the dragon began to spew its flames as it flew over the landscape, setting everything beneath it ablaze with crimson fire; thick black smoke then created an ominous cloud behind the beast. As soon as the people saw the fire rain down from the dragon’s mouth, panic began to flood their systems, and a handful of the people ran to hide from the mighty beast. As for those who remained despite their fear, they had proved to be as brave and as noble as any of the king’s knights, and should they die out on the battle field they would die as they lived; they would die as heroes. All at once those who remained in the open braced themselves as the dragon’s molten flames rained down around them, and in an instant their battle for survival began. Swords were raised and swung in the dragon’s direction, and pitchforks were thrown skyward in hopes injuring the beast; only a handful of the weapons came into contact with the dragon’s thickly scaled skin. Only one of the pitchforks managed to be flung deep enough into Goldenscale’s body to draw blood, and once there it stuck in the tender flesh of the dragon’s flank.

As the pitchfork sank itself into the dragon’s hide it released a somewhat agonized roar, as if that single injury had put it in a great deal of pain, and a moment later it folded its wing and landed on the ground so that it could remove the object that had injured it. That action would prove to be a fatal mistake for the dragon, for at the very instant in which it landed on the ground it was bombarded with ropes and net alike. Immediately the beast began to struggle, flinging people into the air like pebbles as it attempted to break free from the ropes that bound it to the ground; but alas, its wings were tied and its mouth muzzled. For a moment the great dragon Goldenscale was completely helpless, and the knights, as well as the huntsman, wasted no time in taking advantage of the beast’s vulnerability. Agthor, Criss, and the unnamed knight rode towards the grounded dragon and slashed at it repeatedly with their blades, slowly but surely cutting away the layers of thick golden scales that offered the beast protection from their attacks. Meanwhile, as the knight did their part at rendering the dragon completely defenseless, Avondale rode around the crowd and readied a hidden weapon designed specifically for shooting down a dragon in midflight. That weapon was a canon sized crossbow, one so large that its arrows were in fact spears; spears that were so heavy that it took three men to left them off of the ground.

There were three spears set and ready to fire, meaning that the huntsman had three chances to take down Goldenscale for good; all he needed to do was wait for the beast to break its bindings and take to the air once more. Below, the three knights, as well as the townspeople, were continuing to slash away at the dragon’s armor; some of them were so caught up in their actions that they dared to climb atop the beast’s back in order to attack it there. As the people went about their actions of attempting to kill the dragon, it continued to twist and jerk its body in an attempt to break free of its bindings, but there were so many ropes around its body and legs that it could not move more than a few feet in any direction. Even the ropes that formed the muzzle around its snout seemed to be holding strong despite the dragon’s obvious attempts and prying its own mouth open. So it came to seem that the townspeople had managed to gain and hold the upper hand in their battle against the dragon, but the knights were well aware of how smart the beast was, and they knew that it was only a matter of time until it broke free…

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Prologue
Three weeks have passed since the dragon Goldenscale has dared to enter Beutec and wreak havoc on the land. During this time, Avondale, and three of King Arthur’s knights have devised a plan to kill the dragon when it returns to attack the town once more. As for the people of the town, they have been working hard to return their home back to its former glory, and thanks to Arthur’s aid they are at the brink of completion. Unfortunately for them, their work may just turn out to be in vain, for just as the final section of Beutec is rebuilt, the hideous roar of Goldenscale rings forth from the northern mountains. Now, with the dragon approaching and the people preparing for a battle only found in ancient legends, will Goldenscale emerge victorious? Or will the huntsman and the knights be able to put an end to Goldenscale’s reign of terror? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Get ready, all of you! The beast is upon us!” Agthor shouts as the frame of Goldenscale appears in the distance; the dragon is approaching quickly and with obvious intent to kill. Behind him, Avondale, the other two knights, and the remaining people of Beutec, sit atop their mounts ready to fight the beast to the death.

“Are you certain that this will work Avondale? Few people have ever gone up against a dragon and lived to tell about it, and even fewer have slain one…” The youngest knight asks nervously as he places a hand atop the handle of his sword, ready to pull the weapon from its sheath should the need arise.

“Do not doubt my knowledge Criss, the plan will work…It has to.” Avondale says calmly as he readies his spear, muttering the last few words of his statement as if to pray for divine help. Behind him the townspeople stand on foot and ready their weapons as well, drawing blades and pointing their pitchforks in Goldenscale’s direction. A moment later the dragon began to spew its flames as it flew over the landscape, setting everything beneath it ablaze with crimson fire; thick black smoke then created an ominous cloud behind the beast. As soon as the people saw the fire rain down from the dragon’s mouth, panic began to flood their systems, and a handful of the people ran to hide from the mighty beast. As for those who remained despite their fear, they had proved to be as brave and as noble as any of the king’s knights, and should they die out on the battle field they would die as they lived; they would die as heroes. All at once those who remained in the open braced themselves as the dragon’s molten flames rained down around them, and in an instant their battle for survival began. Swords were raised and swung in the dragon’s direction, and pitchforks were thrown skyward in hopes injuring the beast; only a handful of the weapons came into contact with the dragon’s thickly scaled skin. Only one of the pitchforks managed to be flung deep enough into Goldenscale’s body to draw blood, and once there it stuck in the tender flesh of the dragon’s flank.

As the pitchfork sank itself into the dragon’s hide it released a somewhat agonized roar, as if that single injury had put it in a great deal of pain, and a moment later it folded its wing and landed on the ground so that it could remove the object that had injured it. That action would prove to be a fatal mistake for the dragon, for at the very instant in which it landed on the ground it was bombarded with ropes and net alike. Immediately the beast began to struggle, flinging people into the air like pebbles as it attempted to break free from the ropes that bound it to the ground; but alas, its wings were tied and its mouth muzzled. For a moment the great dragon Goldenscale was completely helpless, and the knights, as well as the huntsman, wasted no time in taking advantage of the beast’s vulnerability. Agthor, Criss, and the unnamed knight rode towards the grounded dragon and slashed at it repeatedly with their blades, slowly but surely cutting away the layers of thick golden scales that offered the beast protection from their attacks. Meanwhile, as the knight did their part at rendering the dragon completely defenseless, Avondale rode around the crowd and readied a hidden weapon designed specifically for shooting down a dragon in midflight. That weapon was a canon sized crossbow, one so large that its arrows were in fact spears; spears that were so heavy that it took three men to left them off of the ground.

There were three spears set and ready to fire, meaning that the huntsman had three chances to take down Goldenscale for good; all he needed to do was wait for the beast to break its bindings and take to the air once more. Below, the three knights, as well as the townspeople, were continuing to slash away at the dragon’s armor; some of them were so caught up in their actions that they dared to climb atop the beast’s back in order to attack it there. As the people went about their actions of attempting to kill the dragon, it continued to twist and jerk its body in an attempt to break free of its bindings, but there were so many ropes around its body and legs that it could not move more than a few feet in any direction. Even the ropes that formed the muzzle around its snout seemed to be holding strong despite the dragon’s obvious attempts and prying its own mouth open. So it came to seem that the townspeople had managed to gain and hold the upper hand in their battle against the dragon, but the knights were well aware of how smart the beast was, and they knew that it was only a matter of time until it broke free…