As Calvin, an elf, walks into the lair of the dragons, he sees that bones litter the floor, and not just any bones, it seems that they are those of other magical beings. There are some goblin, troll, and even ogre bones. Half-way through the entrance, he hears the cries of dragons, as if they are poised with a disease that puts them into a state of delirium. When Calvin reaches a corner, he sees light, and peeks around it and sees what he would consider the ultimate crime. Someone is ripping off dragon scales from the dragon for some concoction or other, while it was alive. Calvin is boiling in fury. How dare that person think that dragons are expendable creatures, when they are the most powerful ones alive.
“I must annihilate that person for what he’s done,” Calvin murmurs.
As he slowly takes out his enchanted sword, he accidentally bangs it against the wall.
“Damn it” he curses. The mysterious person cautiously walks out of the room with a dagger. As he walks out, Calvin sees that he is a half-elf of a height of about 5 feet and weighs around 150 pounds. As Calvin draws his sword fully, he murmurs ”activus,” the command to make the blade harder than steel and as sharp as it can be. As the half-elf asks what is he doing here, Calvin responds dryly “I have come to liberate your prisoners, who, by the way, are trapped in their own home, I mean, who does that.” Before the half-elf could respond, Calvin swoops in for the kill with resilient speed. As he comes in, he gets flung back into a wall by magic and loses grip of his sword. Cursing under his breath, Calvin starts to wave his hands around while green tendrils of magic ooze out of his fingertips. The tendrils start going for the half-elf and soon squeeze the life out of him, and finally, he falls dead. While Calvin rushes to free the dragons, he thinks “Another job done. I’m gonna have to celebrate later.” When he gets home, he sees that his apartment is ransacked. He mutters ”Oh well, another investigation.”
The End