A long time ago, near a village called Buttery Glen, there lived a dragon. He was the color of midnight. He was huge and covered in sharp, pointy scales. The fire he breathed could light up the night sky.

He lived in a nest high above the village in an old, dead tree. 

khole wanted to be a knight. She was strong and brave and unafraid.

Sure, the dragon breathed fire. But there were people with worse breath. And sure, the Dragon looked scary. But there were dogs in the village with scarier face.

One day, the dragon had come down from his nest and was hiding in the cornfields.

Everyone ran to escape the dragon. Everyone except for khole.

Armed with her homemade sword, helmet and shield, khole ran through the deserted village toward the cornfield. 

When she spotted the dragon, Josnunk up behind him.

“Excuse me!” Jocelyn yelled. The dragon roared. He lowered his head to her level. Jocelyn felt the dragon’s hot breath on her face.

“I’m Jocelyn,” she said. “I’ve come to tell you to go away. You’re scaring everybody