Looking down at me was nothing other than a dragon. It's massive, golden head hovered over me, and it's beady, blue eyes were locked onto mine. Puffs of smoke rose from it's nostrils. After a minute or two of staring in disbelief, the beast's head shook and it closed it's eyes, as if trying to shake himself out of a daydream. When he spoke, his voice sounded like ice hitting stained windows.
"What are you doing here, female human?" It roared. A gulp went down my throat.
"Er, hi, mister, dragon, er, sir. I-I'm Whincine, or, Er, Winnie Sc-Scarletta." I stuttered. I spoke again, my voice clearer, and more confadent this time. "I am the daughter of king Arthor Scarletta, and Gina Scarletta. I have been sent to take back the, um, horses, that you took." The dragon curiously studied me, than scowled.
"Those horses are mine." He roared. "And any member of the royal family deserves to be BURNT."
Since this is not the first time I have dealt with dragons, I kinda knew what to expect. The dragon continued to speak.
"My name is Vicori." He spoke. "I have taken those horses and I am not giving them back."
"But those horses were ours!" I complained. We bought them!
"They weren't happy. They told me that they were used for war and newly died, and that the king kept them in a little stable, and that he always just had to dress them up." Vicori shouted. But I was still puzzeled.
"Horses can't talk." I said.
"Yes, but I can communicate with them in such a way that a human would never understand." He told me.
"But you still did the wrong thing. We bought those horses. And it is not right to take other people's property." I said.
Vicori stared right into my eyes, and said something that I will never forget,
"Sometimes, doing the right thing means you must do something that's not right."
And he stepped off, leaving me.
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