I am walking through the ancient village of Epic Citadel. I see nobody. I have just noticed this place is as desserted as the Sahara Desert. All I see is the villianous castle home to a dead king and a deceased queen and a long gone handsome prince. The next village is 100 miles away. So I can't call for help. I feel worried. The dragon that killed the village might kill me... I smell fresh bread on the stalls of the village. Fresh bread and lavendar and yuck... sewage!!! I hear nothing except the whining, whistling wind and the ghostly moans of the past residents of Epic Citadel. I am afraid, a fearsome chill trickles down my spine. I must run away. But wait - what's that sound? But the roar of a firebreathing dragon, as fierce as 1000,000,000 lions in the distance. I must go and I must never come back.
Created by William