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The Last Dragon Is a Coward

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The dragon pulled its wing over its face like a blanket. "Three hundred years I've hidden here," it said. "I won't die for strangers. Leave me." The boy stared at the huge scaly back. His hands shook, and not from the cold now. "Fine," he said. "Then I'll do it myself." He turned and started back down the mountain alone.

The boy got home and found the village awake and arguing. Some wanted to fight. Most wanted to run. He stood in the middle and told them the truth: the dragon had said no. A heavy silence fell. Then his little sister took his hand. "Then we don't need the dragon," she said. "We have each other." The boy nodded and started moving people toward the mountain pass before sunrise.

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They moved fast and quiet through the high pass, every family carrying what mattered most. When the Legion poured into the valley at sunrise, they found an empty village and burned it for nothing. The people watched from the cold ridge above, homeless but alive, every one of them, because one boy climbed a mountain and then chose not to wait for a hero.

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