#WritcoStoryPrompt123

The blossom of gentle breeze feels the air of madness. "Hello, are you the night that comes to take my spirit?"

"No, I am the slayer and you are the prey". Dancing in shadows hidden the monarch sent the warning of death to the dragons.

"Joshyael, come forth and bring the weapon of choice... a dragon has been spotted and games be afoot". King Fry had always wanted the prize of the dragon so the scales could be used to free his wife from every slumber.

"My lord, what pray...