Dragon - a narrative by Ingrid

The Dragon

The Dragon

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there was a kingdom called Aotearoa but there was a dragon. Aotearoa was ruled by a fair and noble king called King George the 3rd. George was born royal by King George the 2nd and Queen Bella. George's wife Eve had a baby boy named Mark but, unfortunately, she died a couple of days after Mark's birth. Because of her death, George gave his son to his brother Henry, he had his own kingdom far, far from Aotearoa, to raise him as a knight.

    The dragon, it was the size of a castle and had a fire hot as lava. The nasty and very hungry dragon lived in a cave not far. Anyone that dared to take one step in his cave was instantly eaten in one bite. He stayed there only because long an ago he once terrorized the people but King George stopped him if the villagers would give part of their stock to feed him. But because of the lack of rain, there was hardly any crop. So they stopped feeding him.

    One random day something dreadful happened. "Rrroooaaaarrrr" the dragon flew out of his cave into the clouds landing on the castle, destroying more than half of it. Once on his feet, he stomped on the remaining towers. From the rubble, King George appeared yelling "You will not take my kingdom monster!" And in one bite King George was gone. Darkness covered the land and dark clouds covered the sky. Despair, grief, and fear was in the air. While the dragon picked out George's crown from his teeth.

    News of the King’s death spread. Very soon the news of George's death spread to other kingdoms like his brother's. To avenge his brother's death he sent his best knight, Mark (George's son that Henry raises). "Mark, go to my brother's kingdom Aotearoa and slay the dragon and bring me back his head!" Henry ordered.

Mark responded, "Yes your majesty." Mark rode off on his horse followed by a cloud of dust. For days and nights, he rode closer and closer to his destination not knowing it was actually his father's kingdom.

    Slowly entering the once amazing and vast green lands of Aotearoa, but now a dark and abandoned field. Houses turned to ash, markets into charcoal and fields filled with crop now an empty field of dirt.  "Now where is that overgrown lizard." Boom, the burnt market stands still standing fell to the ground. The ground shook anything, not crushed fell to the ground. Rrroooaaarrr, fire shot straight at Mark. "I guess he doesn't like visitors" Mark yelled hiding behind a market stand.

    Mark ran from behind one stand to another making his way to the dragon. Just a couple meters from the dragon, with his sword in his hands, he ran towards the beast pointing at the dragon's neck. The dragon's tall scaly neck. Seconds later Mark's sword ripped through the dragon's neck. Splat the head fell to the ground with liters of slimy and gooey blood dripping from the cut.

    Mark wrapped the dragon's decapitated head and took with him back to Henry's kingdom. A feast was thrown in honor of Mark with the beast's head hanging over the banquet table. Over the following years, Henry and Mark returned Aotearoa to it's vast and lush green lands. The darkness and clouds disappeared and Henry ruled both  and his own kingdom.
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