The rest of the village, in the meantime, had gathered in the great hall for a meeting.
"Listen to me everyone. I know we have a huge problem with these dragons coming and going, taking our food and livestock. That's why we need to find their nest before winter settles in and destroy it," Rooster stated loud and clear so everyone could hear him, "They'll find a new home far away from here and then we'll be done with them for good. One more search before winter, who's with me?" Dead silence met his words. Sighing heavily, the chieftain commented, "So I guess everyone wants to stay behind and watch over Max..."
Everyone's hand immediately shot up into the air.
"Right, better start packing up some weapons," Pops remarked tiredly as he heaved himself up to his feet. Striding over to his old friend and hearing that, Rooster responded firmly, "No, you're not coming along. You need to get the teens ready to fight dragons." Huffing, Pops sat back down without saying a word while the chief's eldest son Duke came over. Noticing him, Rooster pointed out, "I also want you to stay as well. Look after your brother while I'm gone."
"He's joining my class, right?" Pops piped up. Rooster and Duke looked over at the blacksmith like he was nuts. Finally finding his tongue, the chieftain replied, "I'm not having my youngest son fight a dragon. He'll be dead before you let the first one out."
"You don't know that."
"Yes, I do."
"No you don't!"
"Dad, maybe it is time to let Max fight a dragon," Duke suddenly butted into the conversation. Rooster looked over at his son as he explained, "He's been wanting to kill a dragon and prove himself to you ever since he was a mere child. At least let him have his chance. He will make you proud."
"Who knows," Pops commented, "He might have some big ideas that will blow everyone away."
