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

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

Everyone in Falcon Youth was scared of the dragon...everyone but one precocious girl.

Lizzie 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 faces.

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

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

Armed with her homemade sword, helmet and shield, Lizzie ran through the deserted village towards the wheat fields.

When she spotted the dragon, Lizzie snuck up behind him.

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

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

The dragon inhaled deeply and let out the biggest fire breath he could muster.

“Look out for the wheat!” Lizzie yelled. But it was too late. The dragon’s fire shot out through the stalks and the field was ablaze.

Suddenly, the wheat started to pop. The wheat started to jump high into the sky and fall back.

Suddenly, it started to rain heavily. Three seconds later, the rain immediately stopped.