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Arnold the Brave, he was called. An adventurer unlike any other. It’s said he carved his name in places, even the gods feared to go. But one day he vanished. Nobody knows what happened to him. Except me, so allow me to tell you about the last moments of Arnold the Brave.

Arnold was on the run. Yes, Arnold was brave, but he was no fool. A pack of wolves chased him, ravenously, through the forest. Arnold saw his way out though, Through a cave. Arnold knew running through the forest was hopeless, but maybe in the dark he could lose the creatures. Arnold ran headlong into the cave, encouraged to see nothing but pitch black inside. He ran with a new found vigor, his escape close enough to touch, and ran headfirst into the wall of darkness. With no time to ponder what had just happened, Arnold jumped up sword drawn. The wolves surrounded the mouth of the cave, but would not dare to enter it. The reason why would soon become apparent to Arnold, but for now he took solace in the fact that he was safe. That is until the darkness opened its eye. It was massive. Bigger than Arnold himself, who was not a small man. The darkness began to shift. It stood up on enormous clawed feet, legs bent to keep from brushing its back upon the ceiling. Massive wings partially extended to shake off the dust that had accumulated in its slumber. Arnold’s sword felt inadequate in his hand. An attack could do nothing to stop this massive creature. A rumble emanated from all around. An earth shaking sound. The walls of the cave shook, threatening to give as the creature moved forward. All Arnold could do was watch. The beast was hungry, and Arnold would soon become its first meal. But Arnold was small compared to the creature, and its appetite was not yet satiated. He had shaken the bed of an ancient evil, and the dragon was now awake.

And I intend to feast.