The Dragon

It was a gray and misty day, the trees stirred in the wind. The smell of smoke was growing strong pouring from within a cave. A traveler was passing through the hills, on horse back strode with grace. His armor white, his sword in hilt an emblem on his shield. He approached the cave with snake-like stealth, while brandishing his sword. From the cave came a fearsome roar and took him off his guard. The dragon snapped his monstrous jaw, it growled and it hissed. The armored knight then swung his sword, but he stumbled and he missed. The dragon blew a crimson flame, and scorched the white knights side. The white knight lunged with his sword, and pierced its scaly hide. With a scream the beast fell to the ground, for its life had been extinguished. The knight raised his sword in victory, for now the fight was finished. Again he mounted his noble steed, who whinnied in delight. And then they rode off through the hills, and disappeared into the night.