The Knight knew he was the princess only hope, he road all night until he reach the moutains of Zafar. No one dared to take the chance against the Dragon of ole. His family histroy of dragon slayers kept the peace for many a century.The princess was taken days ago and the countryside was in shock at the rampage of the dragon. Mostatria reach the entrance of the cave, he drew his sword and entered with caution, he could smell the burnt ashes of the dragons breath, he walk every so slowly inside the layer, he could hear the wind blowing about the hollow opening of the creators enlarged in the walls of the cave. He followed the stinch of the dead cacuses of rotten and half eaten flesh. he stumbled on human remains that line the path to the nesting grounds. I must be crazie he thought as he walk deeper into the cave, I am only one. What will I ever do if I find them? His mind started racing back and fourth, he stops, he begins to yell I am Mostatria of Zafar, Dragon of Ole’ Let the princess go. His torch