Reblogged from A Darkened House:

An older man and a young girl stood on the river bank, observing the flow of the river LaGuin. The strange way it moved having passed through a rock formation know as the Dragon’s Teeth. Boiling if still heated by ancient fiery breath.

“And that’s where Belmain fell the dragon?” the girl asked, looking up at her Grandfather.

“Yes, he tumbled right here, all that is left are his teeth that toss and boil the river water. Daring mortals to seek passage across.”

“But, she was just a girl, how did she achieve such a victory,” granddaughter asked.

“Why by knowing a dragon’s soft spot.,” her Grandfather said wisely. “That gave her the advantage that no knight with lance or sword ever had.”

“The dragon did not know hers?,” granddaughter checked.

“Oh no, she would never reveal such a thing. No modest women would be so bold.”

“But why did the dragon tell her, Grandfather?”

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