the leader of the hunting group cried out, encouraging one of his warriors. Forstag’s blade had found a soft spot between two of the white dragon’s scales, above its knee. The thrust was upward, and the warrior pulled his blade out quickly. The dragon roared in pain, and a light-bluish-colored blood spurted from the deep wound, gushing onto the ground and freezing in the frigid cold air. “Die, you bloody beast,” Forstag exclaimed, challenging the dragon and bringing his sword down to clip off one of the razor-sharp claws of its massive foot. The warrior’s brave attack inspired his companions, and with several war cries, the armed group of men converged on the once-sleeping dragon. It was considered a coup to have found the beast in its massive lair, a cavern that spanned a space as far as a man could throw a spear. Until then, the idea that a dragon even existed was simply a rumor or a tall tale from the nursing maids to scare little children to sleep.
