The villagers cowered; none dared answer the enraged beast. Kliban raised his head to the sky, opened his mouth and spewed forth a stream of flames. “Where isss my gold?” he roared again.
Finally, Ham, the swordsmith, stepped forward and answered with a deep, respectful bow, “Your greatness, we have had a hard year,” he began to explain.
But Kliban cut him short. “I don’t care about your petty excusessss, I want my gold.”
“We have no gold,” Ham told the dragon.
“Then I’ll take thisssss,” the great beast hissed as he flapped his mighty wings and rose into the sky, dipping down just long enough to pluck Olivia from Constance’s arms. Constance tried to hold on, but the dragon was too quick. She could hear Olivia's screams as the dragon flew away. More to come...