Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27950421-20180712233702/@comment-36855838-20181114213052

I advanced on the dragon.

"You offer me power?"

"Yess, mortal, power."

I threw a dagger, tattering her left wing.

"You offer me a kingdom?"

"The grreatest kingdom, human."

I took hold of her other wing, carving out holes slowly as she flailed about.

"You offer me wealth, your hoard?"

"All that I have, child of man."

I drove sharpened skewers and knitting needles through her torso, threading them as I went, and avoiding vital organs.

"Offer me everything I ask for!"

"All that you desire shall be yours!"

I drove my dagger through her heart, and pulled the string, all the needles came with it.

"I want my childhood back, you bitch."

I ripped out my dagger and kicked the gurgling mess across the room.

I wiped the boiling hot blood off on a pile of gold.

I'd gotten my vengeance.

Strength left me, my injuries catching up with me at last.

I collapsed to the floor, nearly passing out from the pain.

The goblins returned, thankfully I'd fallen in a sitting position, and my helmet hid my face.

I mustered the last of my strength.

"She's dead, my doing. Take all the loot you like, but touch me and you'll be dead as her!"

They gave me a wide berth as they grabbed all the gold thay could carry.

Soon they'd completely cleared out the hoard, save for a small music box, which they left beside me.

I opened it up, and a sorrowful tune began to play, I recognized it at once, a reprise of a childhood lullaby.

My hand grew numb, the dark purple mist the box emitted being the most likely cause.

It began to fill the chamber, before engulfing the corpse of the dragon.

Moments later, a bellowing roar split the silence like an axe, and the corpse of the dragon tackled me.

Her wounds had healed, and many of her scales had fallen off, revealing the leathery skin beneath.

Her wings had seemingly begun to stitch back together, though they still looked tattered.

But the light behind her eyes was not mischievious, or taunting.

Her eyes are merely hungry.

Lustful.

Beautiful.

And that, Michael, is how I met your aunt.