As the sun starts shining through the trees, I have been awaken by a nightmare.
I saw a dragon whose eyes were as red as fire. His teeth were as sharp as the blade of my sword. The skin was as strong as steel and was black as the night. He had wings that were as wide as the height of 10 men. His tail was as strong as the trunk of an oak tree. His scream was deafening and buildings would fall with one roar. He stood higher than the highest castle; and he was looking at me.
I attacked him, and tried piercing his scales with my sword, but I didn't even leave a mark. He then lowered his head to the ground, and screeched. Just the sound that I heard in my sleep, awoke me.
Even though it is just a dream, it is a type of dragon that Michael and I may encounter. Villages have been burned to the ground because of their fire breath, and buildings have fallen with one swipe of their tail. Many have died attempting to fight these beasts. The truth is, many don't know how to fight them.
Since they have 2 hearts, and their stomachs are so hot that they will melt your sword, the only way to kill dragons is by cutting off their heads. Their necks are the weakest part of their body. I think its because it has to be the most flexible so they can move their heads around to see. I know I already know this, but sometimes its good to remind yourself before confronting one of them.
Michael is up now saddling up his horse. We're going to head into the next town of Corolet to pick up some supplies as we continue east. We'll see what we encounter before the end of this day.
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