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The young knight pelted down the corridor shield held high, sword held higher, screaming at the top of his lungs. He jumped over stalagmites jutting from the floor, ducked under stalactites which loomed threateningly overhead and finally stopped, breathing heavily at the mouth of a large cavern deep within the dragon’s lair. He saw her, the beautiful Princess Phoebe, in full court regalia, a blue taffeta gown with gold embroidered trim now covered in gore, as she calmly hacked away at the neck of a small and rather defenseless looking dragon.

– Aidee

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