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The Last Dragon Is a Coward
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The dragon stood, but its legs trembled. "I'm still afraid," it admitted. "I have been afraid for three hundred years." The boy put his small hand on its huge scaled foot. "So am I," he said. "We can be scared together." The dragon looked at him a long moment. Then it breathed in deep, and for the first time in centuries a curl of real fire glowed at the back of its throat.
The dragon and the boy flew down together, but the dragon did not attack. It landed in the village square and simply stood, vast and terrible, as the Legion marched in. "Leave," it said, "or learn why the old stories warned about me." Its eyes glowed. The commander weighed three hundred years of legend against one tired morning, and ordered the retreat.
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