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Part Three

Prologue

Goldenscale, the monstrous dragon that had been attacking Beutec, has been captured by the people of the town and is currently trying to break free of its restraints. Meanwhile, the people of the town are cutting away almost savagely at the dragon’s defensive scales in order to expose the fragile flesh of its body and kill it. The three knights; Agthor, Criss, and the unnamed knight are attacking the dragon as well, though they are also keeping a close eye on the struggling beast, for they know that in time it will escape its bindings. Above the scene, standing on a bridge besides a dragon slaying weapon, Avondale waits patiently for an opportunity to shoot the dragon down once it escapes and returns to the sky. Suddenly, the dragon drops its head as if to accept its inevitable death, and the townspeople begin to slash at its face angrily, cutting away the scales that defend Goldenscale’s skull. Unfortunately, the dragon’s actions were falsely read, and the people of Beutec have fallen into what could turn out to be a fatal trap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Get back! All of you get back!” The knight Agthor shouts at the top of his lungs as he realizes what has happened a moment too late. Only moments ago, Goldenscale, the terror of Beutec, dropped its head and closed its eyes as if to accept its fate and thus allowed the townspeople to slash at its face. Only after the people began to attack the dragon’s head did the knight realize the horrible truth of the situation, and by that time it was too late to warn every one of their danger. The dragon had tricked the people of Beutec into cutting off its muzzle. As soon as the beast felt the ropes around its snout loosen it reared its head off of the ground and forced its jaws apart, and it sent forth a fresh spray of molten fire which sent the townspeople running. With its jaws free the dragon could free the rest of its body as it pleased, but before it dared to do so it made sure that no man would dare step towards it as it escaped. So Goldenscale lit the ground around its body ablaze with its flames, and the fire served its purpose in two ways; it kept the people away, and burned the remaining ropes around its body. The dragon made sure to get itself airborne as soon as it was free of its restraints, and it immediately began to fly in the direction of its home in the northern mountains; but the beast was completely unaware of the new danger it face. Back on the bridge, Avondale took aim at the dragon with his weapon, and took his first shot less than a minute after the beast managed to escape the town.

That first projectile flew towards the dragon at lightning speed, and grazed the dragon’s thigh, tearing the leg completely open before disappearing somewhere in the forest. With the dragon still airborne and still alive, the huntsman took his second shot and prayed that he would be able to take Goldenscale down. Again the projectile shot towards the dragon, this time grazing the flesh of the beast’s right wing, sending Goldenscale into a slow spiraling descent towards the forest below. Silently, Avondale readied his final shot, knowing that if he did not make good contact with the dragon’s body this time everyone’s efforts would have been in vain. Again he fired the weapon, and he watched as the last projectile shot off towards the struggling dragon. Time seemed to have slowed down as the huntsman watched his final shot fly off, and the images of his first two attempts flashed behind his eyes like the flames of a wildfire. Closer and closer the giant spear flew to the dragon, until at last it made contact with the beast’s body and- bull’s-eye! The final shot struck the dragon dead center in the back, sending Goldenscale plummeting to the ground with its final devastating roar of agony! All at once, the people of Beutec fell silent as if in shock, and every person of the town stared in the mountains direction in awe.

A moment later, the townspeople turned their attention to Avondale, who seemed to be as shocked as they were as he stared back down at the people of Beutec. Then, as if broken from some sort of trance, everyone began to cheer loudly in celebration of their victory over Goldenscale. An instant later the townspeople rushed onto the bridge where they hoisted the huntsman into the air, doing the same with the three knights as they prepared to celebrate their victory, being sure to rush their saviors to the mead hall where they would feast until sunrise. For the remainder of the day the huntsman and the knights were treated as kings, the townspeople tending to their every need as they expressed their gratitude for the men who had done their parts in slaying the dragon. Twas a time of merriment for everyone involved, well, everyone except for Avondale, whose mind seemed to be elsewhere throughout the celebration. For you see, the huntsman had the faintest feeling that he and the people of Beutec had not seen the last of Goldenscale, but he knew not the reason for his ominous sense. Not that it seemed to matter to at the moment, for if his thoughts were indeed a fact there was nothing he could do about it for the time being, and he knew that in time he would learn the truth of the situation. Now, all he had to do was wait and see, for tomorrow, he and the people of Beutec would search the woods for Goldenscale’s remains… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Part Three

Prologue

Goldenscale, the monstrous dragon that had been attacking Beutec, has been captured by the people of the town and is currently trying to break free of its restraints. Meanwhile, the people of the town are cutting away almost savagely at the dragon’s defensive scales in order to expose the fragile flesh of its body and kill it. The three knights; Agthor, Criss, and the unnamed knight are attacking the dragon as well, though they are also keeping a close eye on the struggling beast, for they know that in time it will escape its bindings. Above the scene, standing on a bridge besides a dragon slaying weapon, Avondale waits patiently for an opportunity to shoot the dragon down once it escapes and returns to the sky. Suddenly, the dragon drops its head as if to accept its inevitable death, and the townspeople begin to slash at its face angrily, cutting away the scales that defend Goldenscale’s skull. Unfortunately, the dragon’s actions were falsely read, and the people of Beutec have fallen into what could turn out to be a fatal trap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Get back! All of you get back!” The knight Agthor shouts at the top of his lungs as he realizes what has happened a moment too late. Only moments ago, Goldenscale, the terror of Beutec, dropped its head and closed its eyes as if to accept its fate and thus allowed the townspeople to slash at its face. Only after the people began to attack the dragon’s head did the knight realize the horrible truth of the situation, and by that time it was too late to warn every one of their danger. The dragon had tricked the people of Beutec into cutting off its muzzle. As soon as the beast felt the ropes around its snout loosen it reared its head off of the ground and forced its jaws apart, and it sent forth a fresh spray of molten fire which sent the townspeople running. With its jaws free the dragon could free the rest of its body as it pleased, but before it dared to do so it made sure that no man would dare step towards it as it escaped. So Goldenscale lit the ground around its body ablaze with its flames, and the fire served its purpose in two ways; it kept the people away, and burned the remaining ropes around its body. The dragon made sure to get itself airborne as soon as it was free of its restraints, and it immediately began to fly in the direction of its home in the northern mountains; but the beast was completely unaware of the new danger it face. Back on the bridge, Avondale took aim at the dragon with his weapon, and took his first shot less than a minute after the beast managed to escape the town.

That first projectile flew towards the dragon at lightning speed, and grazed the dragon’s thigh, tearing the leg completely open before disappearing somewhere in the forest. With the dragon still airborne and still alive, the huntsman took his second shot and prayed that he would be able to take Goldenscale down. Again the projectile shot towards the dragon, this time grazing the flesh of the beast’s right wing, sending Goldenscale into a slow spiraling descent towards the forest below. Silently, Avondale readied his final shot, knowing that if he did not make good contact with the dragon’s body this time everyone’s efforts would have been in vain. Again he fired the weapon, and he watched as the last projectile shot off towards the struggling dragon. Time seemed to have slowed down as the huntsman watched his final shot fly off, and the images of his first two attempts flashed behind his eyes like the flames of a wildfire. Closer and closer the giant spear flew to the dragon, until at last it made contact with the beast’s body and- bull’s-eye! The final shot struck the dragon dead center in the back, sending Goldenscale plummeting to the ground with its final devastating roar of agony! All at once, the people of Beutec fell silent as if in shock, and every person of the town stared in the mountains direction in awe.

A moment later, the townspeople turned their attention to Avondale, who seemed to be as shocked as they were as he stared back down at the people of Beutec. Then, as if broken from some sort of trance, everyone began to cheer loudly in celebration of their victory over Goldenscale. An instant later the townspeople rushed onto the bridge where they hoisted the huntsman into the air, doing the same with the three knights as they prepared to celebrate their victory, being sure to rush their saviors to the mead hall where they would feast until sunrise. For the remainder of the day the huntsman and the knights were treated as kings, the townspeople tending to their every need as they expressed their gratitude for the men who had done their parts in slaying the dragon. Twas a time of merriment for everyone involved, well, everyone except for Avondale, whose mind seemed to be elsewhere throughout the celebration. For you see, the huntsman had the faintest feeling that he and the people of Beutec had not seen the last of Goldenscale, but he knew not the reason for his ominous sense. Not that it seemed to matter to at the moment, for if his thoughts were indeed a fact there was nothing he could do about it for the time being, and he knew that in time he would learn the truth of the situation. Now, all he had to do was wait and see, for tomorrow, he and the people of Beutec would search the woods for Goldenscale’s remains… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~