Crumbling stone and decaying moss outlined the fatal dragon slept soundly. -You see the town of Transateinian was never at peace, for they where cursed by a dragon who demanded one fair maiden to eat each day, picking them of one by one.-

George thought of all of this as well as the razor sharp teeth and deathly breath of the mighty target. He could not kill the dragon but he was ready to risk his life instead of the princess's, for she was the last fair maiden. He crept to the cave. The dragon slowly stirred. It was time.