Little holding pen for a story.

In a golden valley in the middle of Autumn as the leaves fell from the trees and the squirrels buckled down for Winter, smoke rose between the towering trunks of the forest that stood on its edge. It wasn???t normal smoke; it definitely wasn???t from a forest fire.

It moved towards the golden valley with intent, slowly but surely. As it came nearer to the forest???s edge the sound of trees being pulled form the ground echoed throughout the area. A blood-curdling roar filled the cold morning sky. It was soon joined by a shrilling war-cry held by at least 5 people. A creature of legend emerged from the forest, anger burned in its blood red eyes. It was at least 13 metres tall and weighed at least 2 tonnes but its appearance doubled its size.

Terrible scales covered its body, red and glittering with the forest???s dew. Teeth like swords dripped with saliva over the wilting grass. Eyes the size of dinner plates searched for a sign of life. Behind the towering creature lay a path of destruction.

Out of nowhere warriors came charging at the beast, screaming at the tops of their voices. Dressed in armour from head to toe and covered in war-paint, they seemed unreal. Wielding axes and all other types of weapons they brought the dragon to its knees as it screeched in frustration. All of a sudden it was a teenage girl, lying on the ground cringing with pain. She looked up pleadingly at the hunters, but it was too late.