This is the story that I wrote. It's sweet, heroic, and not as well written as I'd hoped. At least it's kind of cute. Don't forget to read the entry previous to this as I wrote both today. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess She lived in a far off place and had very few people to talk to who made her laugh until she peed her pants. Now this girl, we'll call her Sara, was trapped in this nowhere of a place with the nowhere of people and this made her sad as can be. One person she had contact with, a squire of the kingdom, knew of her sadness and took it upon himself to free her of her misery. Although he lived far, far away, he knew by and large the fastest way to get to her: a dragon. Even quicker than the fastest stallion in the lands and a hundred times more dangerous, he would conquer a dragon to be with her. He would conquer them all if it meant he would be with her. Requisitioning one of the knights own horses (since he had none yet being a squire) he set forth towards the princesses domain in search of the mightiest and fastest of dragons. Only after several days of searching did he find the dragons trail of charred rubble that were once villages. Taking the definition of bravery to it's utmost extent, the hero drew his sword and charged forth to the dragons lair to subdue the beast into becoming his mounted steed. After a near-epic battle (for another story time) involving dozens of near death claw swipes avoided and rebuffed, fiery blazes straight from hell itself reflected back unto the creature with a shield, and castle-leveling tail thrashes that were thwarted by unheard-of swordplay, the squire subdued the mighty creature. This was one of the greatest battles the land has seen in these many generations. The dragon knew that this man was his better and master now, and showed his defeat with honor. Not a person to lord over such a majestic creation in uncouth manner, the hero bowed to the dragon in respect. The dragon, not being unintelligent or disrespectful itself, bowed and allowed its new master to direct it as needed. Off they flew to the east to the princess’s castle. Faster than a heartbeat shared between two lovers they soared and cut through the clouds in a hell-bent strive to be at his princesses castle as fast as can be. Alighting upon the highest tower, the hero dove down into the castle daring everything to find her and steal her away from all her torment. He charged around every corner and into every room only to find the hallways of the castle empty and vacated. He finally stormed into the great hallway of the kingdom and there before the throne, laid the princess upon a pedestal, pale as alabaster and unmoving. Standing behind next to the throne was a man, not great in stature, but his presence nonetheless reflected an arrogance and maliciousness that all could feel in their hearts. This was evil. This man with his thin lips and cold, pale blue eyes and skeletal appearance simply looked at the squire and smiled. "You are too late. Her soul is mine, and this kingdom will now forever be ridden with the Pestilence. Give up now and join her in hell before the pain I inflict upon you feels like your mothers sweet kisses." "Never!" cries the hero and charges towards the avatar of evil. "Dragon!! To me!!" he yells as the avatars eyes crackle with a dark blue energy. ...to be continued.