His shield and armor laden with gold, the sword of the gods… Excalibur.. on his side. His lance more than twenty feet long.. On his chest..The crest of the Lions Pride.
There was to be a battle, that could only be fought by a king..
It would decide a fate and who would wear the ring..
The dragon raised his head and unfurled his mighty wings.. there would be a settling tonight, between the two brave kings… The dragon flew across the sky, a magnificent beast. opening his mouth his dragon breath, released.
Excalibur drawn from it’s scabbard, was true and found its’ mark… light from the ruby eyes started to go dark…the mighty beast lay at his feet.. he reached out and touched a wing.. For he knew within his heart… this had been the rightful king…