There was once a village high up in the cold mountains. Were it not for the warm water springs that spotted the valley of the volcano, the people of the village would be lost to the cold blankets of snow that came every winter.
The volcano would always be shrouded with smoke, and there were roars that would travel down to the village. Intrigued by these sounds, every year before the snow would come, a group of brave warriors would journey to the summit to know the source of these sounds. Every year the warriors would be lost to their curiosity.
One year was different. In the dead of night, the warriors returned covered in soot and sweat. Their faces dripped with fear and excitement. As soon as they caught their breath they shouted “BEAST!”
There was a great big dragon that lived within the volcano. With its sharp talons, steel like scales and enormous wings, it had disposed of the warriors past. These warriors who approached were greeted by the watchful eye of a dragon that did not trust humans. It watched them as they came. Overcome with fear and awe, they rushed back before being attacked.
This had made the villagers uneasy and immediately began to decide what to do with the dragon. The warriors were divided on two options.
Half of them wanted to slay the dragon and deal with the threat before it destroyed the village. The other half wanted to tame the dragon and use it for benefit of the village.
So it was decided that the warriors would return with giant arrows and nets. They would try to contain the dragon, or kill it if they failed to do so.
The warriors made their journey back to the mountain and never returned. The village kept sending their warriors to fight the dragon even after the start of winter. Soon, only the young and old were left. As the village descended into despair, boulders began to fall from the volcano that threatened to crush the village. The warm springs began to get unbearably hot and the volcano spewed more smoke that covered the village in ash.
The villagers felt they could no longer live at the base of the mountain and would move down river.
A few young boys and girls, who would have fought the dragon had they been a year older, decided to make a final stand.
They made the cold, harsh journey to the top to confront the infernal beast. When they reached, they saw the dragon at the bottom of the volcano, thrashing against the mountain, struggling to stay above the lava.
As they got closer, the dragon watched them. It’s giant golden eye weary of their movement. The children noticed one of the wings impaled by an arrow. The dragon could no longer fly.
The children put down their weapons and slowly approached the dragon and the dragon watched. They offered their hand as a gesture of peace. The dragon let them come closer and the children examined the wing. As they slowly removed the arrow, the dragon let out a deafening roar and soared into the air.
It dropped back in front of them and opened its jaws, showing them it’s teeth and the remains of those who came before them. It then turned and began to drink the lava and the smoke from the mountain began to reduce. Before the children left, the dragon licked them with its rough hot tongue, picked them up and dropped them back to the village.
The children were greeted as heroes and survivors. Believed to have tamed the dangerous beast. Only the children knew the truth of the encounter.
As all returned to normal, the heroes told the children stories of the dragon that came before them and that will live long past the destruction of the village.