~Clad in steel, blade in hand!
Here, before the wyrm's lair you stand,
You came prepared to take its dreadful head,
Only to find a girl, covered head to toe in scales, instead~
Black, inky darkness. That is what you are greeted with as you crest the mountain's summit and find yourself faces with your objective: the yawning mouth of the dragon's lair. Though you are no greenhorn, being so close to the entrance of your prey's home sets your nerves on edge. To think the vile creature would show such arrogance nesting in a place so easily accessible to man!
Your gauntleted hand falls habitually to the pommel of your sword, 'It must be a truly ferocious monster to show such a lack of concern.' you think to yourself, 'So cocksure of its power.'
Air fills your lungs before you bellow out a challenge, your voice echoing into the consuming abyss of the cave's interior, "Show yourself, dragon!" you roar, "I, sir Anon, have come to put an end to your wickedness!"
Moments pass, each second weighing on your mind like an eternity. Will it present itself? Will you be forced to venture into the lair yourself? Will it—wait, something is emerging from the cave!
The sight of her nearly causes your clenched fist to drop from the grip of your scabbarded blade, it—she is smaller than you expected.
"Come to lose your life, sir knight?" the little dragon asks with a shrill voice filled with false bravado, "You should leave now! While, uh, while you still have the chance, human!"
Beneath the visor of your bucket helm your rugged face twists into a scowl, this dragon is but a mere hatchling.
"Are you the only dragon in this lair?" you ask her skeptically, almost disappointed.
"Yes—I mean, that’s none of your business!" the little dragon stammers, her membranous wings twitching with irritation.
A sigh escapes you, and your broad shoulders slump. This girl is no monster: she's a hapless brat with no parents.
Ignorant of your inner thoughts, the little dragon puffs out her nonexistent chest,