Death of the Dragon

"I'm here to kill you, dragon!" the warrior roared, raising his long sword.

The dragon looked into the eyes of the warrior, said nothing, and silently spread its wings.

Sand and stones flew, flames swept across the warrior's face time and time again, but in the end, they could not withstand his swift sword strokes.

The dragon could no longer breathe out a single flame.

The warrior pulled out the sword lodged in the dragon's chest, entered the cave, rescued the princess, and became the royal son-in-law.

On the day he returned in his finery, the streets were filled with people, all of his fellow villagers vying to talk with him, but the young girl who always followed him around in his youth was nowhere to be seen.

"What about Qingqing?" he asked.

"Oh, she left too after you left the village to learn martial arts and marry the princess. I heard she went to the elven city to study the druid's transformation magic, and never came back."