The First Battle


	He sat in his home, guarding his horde and burning with the knowledge that it had 
been defiled by a man. He lay amongst his treasure, keeping his anger on a slow boil, and 
ached to exact revenge on the thief that managed to sneak his way into his sanctuary and 
steal. He needed a release for the tension that was building up in his muscles. He let out 
a hot, steamy sigh and prepared for a romp in the out of doors. That's when he heard it. A 
cry, piercing the air with its fury and shaking the stone with its magnitude, made it 
through the stone walls and into his ears. He knew cries such as these: it was a battle 
cry. A smile slithered its way across his massive face as he rose and let the fury that was 
simmering within him explode forth as he made his way to the battle he knew awaited.


	He stormed his way out of his fortress and loosed a blast super-heated steam out 
before him to clear the way. He saw the gray man before him lift his shield in a futile 
effort for protection and almost laughed. He was anxious for the carnage he knew would 
come and wanted to be lost in it as soon as possible. He saw the others standing behind 
the gray man, there was twelve altogether. He could feel the need for killing deep within 
his bones and could not bear it any longer. When he saw the glint of a sword being pulled 
from a scabbard he lost control and made the charge. 


	He let fly a blast of liquid fire and saw the puny man lift his shield to protect 
him. How silly these creatures are to think that their shields could hold up against his 
might. He would crush them and release onto them the wrath he wished he could release onto 
the thief that had stolen the jewel-encrusted chalice from his cache. The shield that 
protected the man was beginning to melt, as he knew it would. He saw the eyes of the man 
behind the shield and saw the terror that they held. The gray man knew he was going to die 
this day and pushed forward. Good, at least he would put up a fight before he died.


	The gray man swung his sword with desperation and although it broke against the 
scales, the blade still managed to taste the flesh of the majestic avenger and he screamed 
in rage at the wound he received. He barely registered the pain of the wound as a dull throb 
in the back of his mind as his rage coursed through his veins. Fear swelled up into the 
foolish human's eyes, and his feeble mind finally registered that death was near and 
unavoidable. The avenger beat the foolish man and spewed forth flame that would burn 
through rock into the air. As the man retreated, the avenger closed in for the kill. His 
prey was showing his true colors, now that he was faced with reality, and the gray man 
retreated as fast as he could as fear ran through him, instilled into every fiber of his 
being.


	The avenger saw the opening, the moment of fear-wrought paralysis, and released a 
jet of flame roasting the ignorant man who thought he could defeat his might. He was a 
dragon, and one to be feared and not have his time wasted with the likes of old men. This 
sorry excuse for a warrior was a mockery to his greatness and hardly worth his time. All 
the rest of the ignoramuses ran away, away into the assumed safety of the woods, now being 
educated as to the strength of this dragon. All, that is, except for one. 


	That one remaining man stood there and stared at his fallen comrade. The formidable 
dragon couldn't help feel a twinge of respect for the man who stood by his fallen friend. 
He would kill him as he had his friend, so they could be together once again. This fool 
also had a shield, sword, and armor, but they would be no use against the avenger for he 
had tasted of blood this day and the rush of battle was in him. The man seemed to be lost 
in thought, for some reason, as if he did not even notice that the dragon was there and as 
if he were alone. No matter, he would notice soon enough, and the mighty one will taste 
blood for the second time today. He would kill two great men by the time the sun set, and 
his thirst for vengeance would be calmed, for a time. Now, let the second battle begin. 

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