I’ve killed my share of goblins as well, but they were all asking for it, gouging at me with their nasty spears or trying to hack my legs with their crude swords. We’ve certainly killed humans, mostly knights and other mercenaries, sent to exterminate us, but we don’t eat them. Mostly, we get all we need from elk, deer, and the occasional wild pig. Dragons won’t kill anything that can talk, unless they are being attacked or seriously threatened by the something in question. I guess the goblins told the humans that dragons like to eat small human children. They have to be about a year or more along before they can try to walk. Baby humans can’t even crawl for several months. Times I have let them out of the bag, they get up and try to run away, so they’re old enough to walk. They’re not exactly babies, but they are small. Yes, that’s what I always find in the bags. What’s wrong with you? Stop leaving little humans in bags for me. Their screams drown out anything I might try to say to them like, “Hey stupid. Most of the time, they just scream and fall all over each other trying to get away from me. They could just speak to me like they do one another, but they rarely try. Surely, they know dragons have mastered the common tongue, as well as dozens of other languages and dialects. They think they are communicating with me. It’s probably part of the goblins’ stupid lies. The humans always paint weird symbols on the bags. It’s got some kind of cryptic writing on it, as always. Yes, it’s a bag, hanging from a tree branch about twenty feet off the ground, right in my line of sight. It’s just something to fuel story time for the young.īack to the bag. I’m pretty sure great-great-grandfather never did either. I know I’ve never seen a dragon breathe fire. It might be true, but my guess is it’s been highly exaggerated over the centuries. My great-great-grandfather used to tell me stories about the mighty Krovonik, also known as the Inferno Worm, who would reduce entire towns to ashes in a single breath. As a matter of fact, no one knows if we can do it at all. Of late, there’s been a lot less of that kind of thing because the towns are poor, and kings don’t like to lose a bunch of perfectly good soldiers fighting some dragon in a faraway land in exchange for a few bushels of grain or a couple of broken-down donkeys. Add the threat of flaming breath to the equation and they feel obligated to hire foreign armies to come wipe us out. Second, I know it’s a big joke to them to spread rumors about fire breathing. First, they always try to get to the offering before I see it, so they can take it for themselves. Years ago, someone, probably a goblin, told the humans in Port Mullek that they needed to appease me with an offering from time to time or else I would rain fire down on their town and kill them all. I’m half inclined to just let this one hang there. I really wish they would stop doing this. The prompt said that you were an adult dragon who comes upon a human toddler that has been abandoned in the forest. I wrote this little story in response to an online prompt.
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