Men, the cindered corpses of men, bestrewed the valley, and the knight wondered for a moment if he was the only man left alive in the entire world. He plunged his sword into the damp earth and used its support to stand. He felt heavy, heavy and tired, and he longed to cast off his armor and stand freely under the sun which would never again be darkened by the shadow of the wyrm. Staggering, he forced his weary legs to carry him closer to the monster. His eyes watered as a breeze passed over, carrying the dragon’s horrid stench.
The First Dragonslayer
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