In Iceland, there was a kingdom. This kingdom was hidden, so nobody could get in or out. This was not a peaceful place; it was cursed by a dragon who pledged to destroy the city if it was not allowed to eat all the livestock.
One day, after a dragon raid, as they are now called, the king’s daughter and a knight fell in love. The king gave his blessing upon one condition – the knight had to rid the city of the dragon. The knight had to agree or lose his love, so the knight armored himself and his steed and they set off.
Soon after entering the forest, they heard the dragon. The reluctant horse chased the dragon at his rider’s commands. The running dragon turned his head and shot fire at the knight. The fire ricocheted off the knight’s upheld shield and onto his steed, which fell. The dragon turned back to the fallen knight and shot flames again, this time fulfilling his purpose.
When word came of the knight’s death and how it occurred, they all sadly shook their heads and said, “Ironic, is it not?” and what of the princess? Well, she lived out her life, the ‘widow of a short-lived love’.
- L. Susanna
Age 9
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