Somewhere, far far away, in a huge, brick and stone castle, there was a dragon like no other, with power that could shake the earth or break the ground. The king of dragons. He sat upon his red velvet throne, peering out the hardly visible panes of the stained glass window to his left. Suddenly, the doors of his chamber fell open. His trusted guard. The dragon said with pain, “Your majesty!” The dragon had almost no color left from him, as he must have been shocked by the most recent news. He barely could walk or breath, and his eyes had been stricken with fear. The king of dragons stood up and out of his throne, and with a thud of his mighty claws, he bounded over to the horrified guard. “What is it?” the dragon king asked the trembling figure. The dragon could scarcely even say the words that trickled out his mouth in the end, “The war.. It’s not going to end.”
by me
