Daily story, July 30, 2025

The dragon had lived a good life, untroubled in the free skies. He had flown over mountains and oceans, and seen his hatchlings take wing. Now he was old. His armour was thinning; his fire burned lower; the strength in his wings and claws and tail was fading. He ate little. He spent his days sleeping in the cave and watching from the hill. The heroes would be coming soon.