WARNING: Kinda graphic gore. Sorry

Roman's sharp green eyes darted around the forest as he trekked through it, trying not to make a sound. Who knows what types of creatures were lurking around, just waiting for a lonely person that they could ambush?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, a shadow blotted out the sun and Roman was thrown to the ground. Spitting out dirt and looking up, he saw a huge dragon looming over him. It roared at him and Roman grabbed his sword and ran.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." He thought as he heard another roar. "Get it together Roman. You're a prince. Not a coward. And it's just a fire-breather anyway. They aren't too dangerous."

Roman skidded to a halt, turned and ran back towards the beast. He swung his sword at the dragon's leg, slicing through the scales. The dragon let out a roar of pain as thick silver blood started to seep from its wound. Roman, thinking it was weakened, started to find a way to aim for its heart. What he didn't see was the tail.

Roman was thrown forwards, hitting a tree. He felt hot blood trickle down the side of his neck a a searing pain behind his ear but stood up, still clinging onto the sword.

"It's just a fire-breather." He reminded himself. "Look for it's weak points."

Roman's eyes darted around the clearing as the dragon turned, most likely starting off towards it's cave. "The tail!" He thought suddenly. He ran at the beast and drove his sword into it's tail, levering himself up onto the dragon's back.

The dragon let out a cry as more blood fell from its wounds. It turned its head like an owl and opened it's mouth, a blizzard rolling off its tongue and blowing Roman onto the ground.

"Okay, so not a fire-breather." He thought as he wiped snow out of his hair. "A red Icicle. Virgil'd love to document that."

His sword was still wedged in the beast's tail, sticking out like a twig in the mud. The thought of Virgil was enough for Roman to get back on his feet, wiping away the blood that dripped down his neck. Trying to be as silent as possible, he ran towards the dragon and pulled his sword out of its tail. The beast flicked its tail slightly but Roman ducked and ran underneath it, trying to find a pressure point. He found one. Now all he had to do was to thrust his sword into its neck and he would be done. How to do that was the question.

Scrambling up the dragon's leg, Roman hid underneath it when the dragon turned its head, its yellow eyes flashing with malice. Roman wrapped both hands around his sword and jumped, aiming for the dragon's neck. The sword dug into the dragon's flesh and the full weight of Roman's body pulled the sword down, slitting the dragon's throat vertically. The beast let out a dying cry before falling to the side, nearly crushing Roman.

The dragon was slain.

Roman rolled to the side as the beast fell, hugging his sword to his chest like he had in practice. His enemy was dead before it hit the floor. Roman winced and sighed, getting up and wiping the blood from the back of his neck. He'd be fine. What was really important right now was getting Virgil back to the castle.

A church bell rang for 10 o'clock as Roman ran through the forest, getting closer and closer to the tower where the other prince was being held.