"Good news!"
King Tiberius burst through the bedroom, flinging his arms out towards Olivias.
"Good news?" Olivias turned round to her father.
"Yes! Wait a minute..." Tiberius frowned. "Olivias?"
"Yes, father?" Olivias tried covering her guilty smile.
"Why do you have a rag wrapped around your head?"
"It's... erm..." Olivias struggled to find the words. "Haven't you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Of the latest fashion, of course," Olivas looked at her father with innocent eyes. "Everybody's wearing it."
"Wearing... rags around your head?" Tiberius looked puzzled at this.
"Yes, of course," Olivias nodded. "My, don't tell me..." Olivias gasped. "Stepmother hasn't told you yet?"
"No," the king frowned. "She hasn't. This is a mystery."
The King frowned., and then he beamed.
"Oh, well," he said. "As I was about to say. The king of the elves is coming to the castle on tuesday for a great feast!"
"Yippee," Olivas smiled through her teeth.
"Oh, I knew you'd love it," Tiberius grinned with delight.
"But why exactly is he coming?" Olivias didn't exactly want to know, but she asked anyway.
"Oh, here's the best part!" Tiberius's face was about to pop with excitement. "He is coming to help arrange a peace treaty with men and elves!"
"What will the treaty be?" Asked Olivias.
"Oh! I knew you would ask!" Tiberius jumped up and down like a little child who'd just realized it was his birthday the next day. "The peace agreement is that you, Olivias, marry the son of the elf king!"
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"A dragon is always successful! A dragon is always successful! A dragon is always successful! A dragon is always..."
Marma repeated the words over and over again.
"A dragon is always successful."
"Very good! Mistress horns smiled at the cadets. "You now know... what?"
"That a dragon is always successful?" asked Petrix.
"Excellent! Can anyone tell me why a dragon is always successful? Anyone?"
"Because..." Ofila frowned, "we have wings?"
"No!" said Mistress Horns. "Because we're not humans! we, unlike humans, have a tiny thing in our skull which we use to think, speak, move ad feel."
"But, Miss?" Fronan shot up his claw. "Don't humans have that as well?"
"No, Fronan. They have something else called a brain. Their "brain" is soft and squishy. Ours is hard and powerful."
All the cadets nodded in agreement.
"But then, Miss?" Fronan raised his claw. "How did Eärendil manage to kill Ancalagon?"
"That, Fronan is a fascinating question. Ancalagon the Black was a powerful dragon. Thus, Eärendil somehow was more powerful and hurled him out of the sky. You see, Eärendil used his strength, not his brain. That is our weakness. We dragons may have good minds, but we do not have strength."
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Hatch: A Dragon Story
FantasyGrom has arisen from the fiery depths of a volcano. He is ready to finally become the most powerful dragon in the whole world. Nothing will stop him now. Except for a tiny egg which had just hatched in the sandy desert of Middle-Earth. 17 years late...
