It had been a long time since dragons had ruled the world but that didn’t stop them from being smug bastards. The smuggest of all was a dragon named, rather apparently, Autolatry. Autolatry hadn’t quite gotten used to the idea, or even entertained the idea, that people now ruled the known world.
Still he would go out and burn villages to the ground, stealing princess’s only sightly less obnoxious than him and hiding them away from wannabe knights in high towers atop of higher mountains.
But like with all great villains his time was coming to an end. A hero named Penelope (his mother hadn’t heard the midwife properly), was growing up, ruled by the single thought; to rescue the damsels from their high towers and slay the dragon. Then one day, blade in hand, he arrived at Autolatry’s gate.
He knocked to no reply (his mother was big on manners), so quite as a mouse, he snuck through the “open” gates, through the great hall to the place where Autolatry slept upon a pile of gold. Great snores rumbled through the hall, sleep was rare, with a sicker snack Penelope parted Autolatry with his head. Not an eyelid flickered, not a noise was made.
So off he went, proclaiming that the dragon was dead. Cheers echoed through the streets and once again the land was quite. But fame I am afraid, did get the better of Penelope. He demanded a price to be paid for ridding the land of Autolatry. Then greed set in, princesss’ were only to be returned upon payment… So history teaches us, that far to often, one villain is replaced by another.
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