He didn’t have to look. He knew it was still there waiting for him to come out. He stayed right where he was, biding his time. Being so close to the volcano, it’s deathly hot in this cave. He’s uncomfortable in his clothes, drenched from his sweat. His heart is racing, anxious for the thing waiting for him outside.
“Zachariah!” the creature called out to him. A voice loud and intimidating.
“You would be a coward, Zachariah? You’re not the hero I’d heard the many stories of.”
“He’s right,” Zach thought to himself, “I’m no dragon slayer.”
He was a story teller. A liar who made himself to be something he was not. All to impress a village girl, and now the whole village looked to him to rid them of this cursed dragon.
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