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The Last Dragon Is a Coward
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At first light the dragon stood and shook three hundred years of dust off its wings. "Climb on my back," it told the boy. "Hold the spike at my neck and don't let go." The boy scrambled up. The dragon walked to the cliff edge, looked down at the army crossing the valley far below, and made a low sound that might have been fear or a laugh. Then it jumped.
But fire alone wasn't enough. The Legion had hundreds of archers, and they loosed as one. Arrows found the soft places under the dragon's wing. It cried out and fought to stay up, carrying the boy back over the ridge to safety before it sank to the ground. "We saved no one," it whispered. The boy held its huge head and wept.
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