Death to the Dragon

Death to the Dragon

There was once a creature that descended from the heavens to taunt a town. Every time it showed up, it destroyed houses, streets, burned stock, terrorized habitants; it was chaotic. They knew that something needed to be done. They needed to plot on how to fight back and dwell on a plan for their ferocious enemy. Oliver, the town’s mayor, was worried about the safety of the people, he could not stand and watch people lose their valuable possessions. Oliver immediately demanded a town meeting. An alarmed sound from a loud bell rang out from a tower and was heard through the streets of the terrorized town. Rapidly from every corner the dwellers grabbed their torch and headed towards the sound. One by one the inhabitants started appearing at the hall where the loud sound came from and discuss their problem.

Once the space filled with everyone from the neighborhood, Oliver, the chief started speaking. “As you all know, we have a problem!” Oliver said in a room full of panic voices. “There is this two headed, flying creature that comes from the sky and terrorized our well-being. One of its head spits fire and the other head spits artic winds. Every time it comes, our precious town gets destroyed. This has being going on for some time now. If we don’t’ do something to protect ourselves from the enemy, we’ll parish”, rumbled the mayor while having his top hat slight tilt to the

left. You could see his graying hair sticking out from the bottom of the hat.

“My home was destroyed” someone in the crow let out. “It ate my dog”, someone cried. “I found my cow frozen to death”, someone else yelled. “I hate dragons.” “What should we do?” “We need to cut its head off!” someone called out. “I know what we need to do!” someone yelled. “We need to sacrifice a virgin and, then, maybe, it’ll leave us alone”. A couple of people agreed with the idea. “Or maybe!” another yelled, “we need to throw a Witch off into a volcano in its presence”. “That’s a good idea“, someone in the back agreed. “NO!” Oliver screamed. “There will be no sacrificing of any kind. The demon will not stop, sacrificing won’t do any good, and it will not work”. “We need to come up with a better plan”. Everyone in there started talking to each other in despair.

 “I know”, someone screamed while everyone was talking. “On its next visit, we need to have a poisoned meal ready”. Everyone in the room stood quiet to listen. “Once it eats and leaves, it will not come back because by the next day, it will be dead, the poison in the animal will kill him”. Oliver looked at the fellow in hope that he may be onto something. “How are we going to have a poisoned animal ready for the beast?” Oliver asked the fellow who was holding his daughter’s hand. “Simple” he said. “First we need to find a well fed large, animal maybe a horse, a cow, couple of pigs, goats or something, starve it and then feed it poison on the day of the beast arrival. “But how do we know if that thing is looking for food or wants food and not something different ”, Oliver told the guy. “I don’t know that”, said the guy, “but we can try to isolate a poisoned animal in hopes that it will eat it”. Everyone in there agreed to the idea. The mayor went along with everyone. After they had agreed on the same plan, everyone in the meeting went home feeling better.

The next day, they pick out the biggest, most fed cow and tried to starve it until the arrival of their nemesis. And that day came sooner than expected, but they had their victim ready. ”Here it comes!” someone yelled pointing to the creature. The beast up in the sky dive in head first to the town below, everyone went crazy and ran for cover. Then the beast came to a flapping halt, swinging its wings heavily, creating gust of winds, and sending everything in its path flying away. House’s rooftops, tree branches, your pet, your kid if didn’t hold on to it, everything. Then made a hard land on the ground while one of the head was busy setting fire to someone’s house, and the other head releasing artic blast. People ran, screaming, trying to get away and hide. The beast was relentless, it did not wanted to stop. It walked through the streets freezing and burning wagons, houses, trees and a lot of others things it encountered.

The poisonous animal that they had prepared for the beast to feast on was dead from all the poison it had eaten. The beast froze it and then melted the animal with is fiery breath. A puddle of water was left from the cow that was supposed to cause the demise of the two head beast. Finally the beast gets tire, flap its wings, and takes off into the air to return another day. The town, once again, was left in ruins. Smoke, child crying, people aching in pain, houses thorn to the ground, it looked like a tornado had just hit the town. “I had enough”, someone said. “I’m moving out as soon as possible from this cursed town”. “We can’t go on like this”. Oliver was very saddened by destruction that the beast had caused. He was exhausted.

 The town needed a miracle. Oliver, desperately, started posting signs of whoever was brave enough to battle the beast. He had signs all over the forest and towns across the land. He had promised a wealthy reward for whoever was successful in getting rid of the beast. Then one day, while the mayor was siting in his office, he heard a knock on the door. “Come in” he said. A handsome, muscular man with long hair and an armored vest appeared with the ad in his hand. “I see that you brought the ad”, said the mayor. “I am a dragon slayer”, the man said. “What’s your name”? “Drake, and I want to get hire to help you get rid of your problem”, he said. “Please help. We don’t know what to do. The beast is too strong”, Oliver told him. The mayor and Drake continued talking to each other about the situation.

Days went by and the beast appeared again. And the guy the town hired was there waiting for the beat. With his sharp knight sword in one hand, and in the other grips a thick, long chain with a hook at one end, stood there waiting for the beast. The beast landed and launched a blast of fire. Drake with his shield blocked it. Then the beast with its right head, send in a headbutt. But drake fended off the attack, and countered with a stab on the neck. Three quarters of the sword was covered with thick blood. The beast, hurt, took off to the air, ready to fly away. Drake began stroking his thick chain circularly. In its final attend the beast threw a blast of artic wind, but Drake moved out of its path just in time, and threw his hook chain at the beast. The beast flapped it wings rapidly and flew away with drake holding on to the chain. Days, weeks, months past by, the beast never returned, but neither did Drake to claim his reward.