Once upon a time, in a country full of dragons, magic and fantasy, there was a beggar. He lured the streets of a noisy city, under the rule of Prince Charming. The prince was known to hate beggars because he said that, having beggars in his country meant thieves and poverty, and his was a kingdom to be thought of as perfect. So the Prince Charming used his servant Grog, a mountain troll, to eliminate the beggars.
The method was simple, if someone was seen begging in the streets he was taken to the arena and fought Grog (having little hope of surviving). Now, our beggar, called Hans, had been in his youth an extraordinary bowman. He had fought side by side with the king himself in long past wars. But that had been a long time before. Even though he was old now, he was as healthy as a teenager. However strong, though, he was no match for a mountain troll. You need powerful magic to pierce a troll's hardened skin. So Hans, seeing that he had little hope of fleeing the destiny of many beggars fled from the city into the wood (you know that there is an enchanted wood in all fairy story).
While he walked into the wood, he thought of a way to kill the troll or, something much harder, convince Prince Charming not to kill any more people, because, believe it or not, beggars are people. If only his old comrades, Desiree the sage and Henry the warrior, were with him they could have killed Grog easily, but they died protecting the king from a red dragon. Dragons! That was the answer, he could persuade a dragon to kill the mountain troll. They hate each other. So Hans took his old bow and went to a blue dragon's cave. There he presented himself as one of Prince Charming ambassadors and offered the dragon to come to the city as a guest. The dragons are very suspicious of people and didn't believe Hans because of his beggar's robe. Hans told the blue dragon that the Prince didn't want the dragon to feel diminished by the splendour of his servant’s clothes, so the servant was sent with the simplest he could find. Hans must have been really persuading because the dragon seemed to believe it, or it may have thought he was been mocked by the Prince, because he followed Hans to the city.
The People were startled to see Hans the beggar being followed by the mighty blue dragon. The prince had sent a detachment of soldiers to meet them. Hans, when he saw the soldiers coming, told the dragon that he was to be tested to see if he was to deserve the honour of meeting the prince. By the time the soldiers arrived Hans had explained the dragon the task, kill a mountain troll. Hatred could be seen in the dragon's eyes. He had been deceived twice now. Hans told the soldiers that they were ready to meet the troll, so, silently, the group of soldiers took them both to the arena.
The fight was about to start. The arena was full of people today. It seems that beggar murder didn't catch the interest of people as much as this monster’s fight. The troll was released. His little head was the size of his fist, or even smaller. The greyish colour gave the impression of rotten. His teeth were, however, the most remarkable thing of it. They were like daggers, except for the fangs, which were more like short swords. The troll seemed to have been prepared for the battle, because it had been given armour, a giant hammer and a round shield. The dragon was something impressive to look at too. Now that it was ready for the battle, its scales were shining with a strong blue, like the ocean. Its white teeth seemed so sharp that they could probably tear anything into pieces. The only thing in common was the hatred they had for each other.
The troll raises his grotesque arm wielding the hammer with such dexterity that only the dragon wasn’t surprised. Never before was Grog seen moving so fast. However, fast the troll was, the dragon was faster. It may be because blue dragons were wingless, but they are the fiercest creature to be fought in land. The first strike Grog made missed, but the second hit the dragon hard in the head. This is the time to act, thought Hans while sending an arrow directly into the toll's eye. This gave the dragon time to recover and deal a critical bite on the troll arm, tearing it apart. Now the troll was at disadvantage. If Grog realized it, they never knew because he kept on fighting as if nothing had happened. The hammer, an extension of Grog's powerful arm, broke one of the dragon’s leg and then the other. The hit the troll had made on the dragon's head was bleeding badly now, and the dragon was about to faint. Grog was also bleeding badly, through the hole where his left arm had been.
Both creatures were on their knees, trembling. It was a matter of dealing the final blow. Grog raised his arm at the same time the dragon opened his mouth.
The smell of burnt meat was smelt for years on the arena. The dragon died by releasing all the heat from his body. Hans, who was inside the arena at the time of the fight died too at the time of the dragon's last attack. The Prince thought better this time, and instead of bringing a giant troll to kill the beggars, he decided to bring a dragon!
The method was simple, if someone was seen begging in the streets he was taken to the arena and fought Grog (having little hope of surviving). Now, our beggar, called Hans, had been in his youth an extraordinary bowman. He had fought side by side with the king himself in long past wars. But that had been a long time before. Even though he was old now, he was as healthy as a teenager. However strong, though, he was no match for a mountain troll. You need powerful magic to pierce a troll's hardened skin. So Hans, seeing that he had little hope of fleeing the destiny of many beggars fled from the city into the wood (you know that there is an enchanted wood in all fairy story).
While he walked into the wood, he thought of a way to kill the troll or, something much harder, convince Prince Charming not to kill any more people, because, believe it or not, beggars are people. If only his old comrades, Desiree the sage and Henry the warrior, were with him they could have killed Grog easily, but they died protecting the king from a red dragon. Dragons! That was the answer, he could persuade a dragon to kill the mountain troll. They hate each other. So Hans took his old bow and went to a blue dragon's cave. There he presented himself as one of Prince Charming ambassadors and offered the dragon to come to the city as a guest. The dragons are very suspicious of people and didn't believe Hans because of his beggar's robe. Hans told the blue dragon that the Prince didn't want the dragon to feel diminished by the splendour of his servant’s clothes, so the servant was sent with the simplest he could find. Hans must have been really persuading because the dragon seemed to believe it, or it may have thought he was been mocked by the Prince, because he followed Hans to the city.
The People were startled to see Hans the beggar being followed by the mighty blue dragon. The prince had sent a detachment of soldiers to meet them. Hans, when he saw the soldiers coming, told the dragon that he was to be tested to see if he was to deserve the honour of meeting the prince. By the time the soldiers arrived Hans had explained the dragon the task, kill a mountain troll. Hatred could be seen in the dragon's eyes. He had been deceived twice now. Hans told the soldiers that they were ready to meet the troll, so, silently, the group of soldiers took them both to the arena.
The fight was about to start. The arena was full of people today. It seems that beggar murder didn't catch the interest of people as much as this monster’s fight. The troll was released. His little head was the size of his fist, or even smaller. The greyish colour gave the impression of rotten. His teeth were, however, the most remarkable thing of it. They were like daggers, except for the fangs, which were more like short swords. The troll seemed to have been prepared for the battle, because it had been given armour, a giant hammer and a round shield. The dragon was something impressive to look at too. Now that it was ready for the battle, its scales were shining with a strong blue, like the ocean. Its white teeth seemed so sharp that they could probably tear anything into pieces. The only thing in common was the hatred they had for each other.
The troll raises his grotesque arm wielding the hammer with such dexterity that only the dragon wasn’t surprised. Never before was Grog seen moving so fast. However, fast the troll was, the dragon was faster. It may be because blue dragons were wingless, but they are the fiercest creature to be fought in land. The first strike Grog made missed, but the second hit the dragon hard in the head. This is the time to act, thought Hans while sending an arrow directly into the toll's eye. This gave the dragon time to recover and deal a critical bite on the troll arm, tearing it apart. Now the troll was at disadvantage. If Grog realized it, they never knew because he kept on fighting as if nothing had happened. The hammer, an extension of Grog's powerful arm, broke one of the dragon’s leg and then the other. The hit the troll had made on the dragon's head was bleeding badly now, and the dragon was about to faint. Grog was also bleeding badly, through the hole where his left arm had been.
Both creatures were on their knees, trembling. It was a matter of dealing the final blow. Grog raised his arm at the same time the dragon opened his mouth.
The smell of burnt meat was smelt for years on the arena. The dragon died by releasing all the heat from his body. Hans, who was inside the arena at the time of the fight died too at the time of the dragon's last attack. The Prince thought better this time, and instead of bringing a giant troll to kill the beggars, he decided to bring a dragon!
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