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						Sir Lucan's cloak fluttered in the breeze as he broke through<br>the glowing boughs of the Whispering Wood.								
						At the forest's heart<br>sat his quarry--a magenta-hued dragon, perched at the ready, its<br>calm golden eyes watching his glacial approach.								
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						Lucan planted his boots in the moss and raised his blessed<br>spear.								
						"Foul beast!								
						 I am Sir Lucan, of the North.								
						 I have come to end<br>your reign of terror and claim your hoard for his majesty, King<br>Gideon!								
						Prepare to take your final breaths of life!"								
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						The dragon exhaled a lazy plume of smoke--smelling of ashes<br>and lavender.								
						"My reign of terror?" it rumbled softly, almost to the<br>point of laughing.								
						"Young knight, I have not left this grove in three<br>centuries.								
						The legends of my hoard were written by your King's<br>ancestors to cover the many riches they squandered."								
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						Lucan faltered, his spear wavering.								
						"That simply cannot be," he<br>exhaled--staring the forest floor in a newfound state of shock.								
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						"Tell me, brave knight, if you slay me today, what shall happen<br>tomorrow?" the dragon asked gently--circling Lucan.								
						"When the<br>glory fades, and your king realizes my demise did not fill his empty<br>treasure room, who will he send you to fight next?								
						 After all, a hero<br>is only useful while there is a monster to blame."								
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						Lucan's words withered.								
						He thought of his kingdom's starving<br>villages and the King's endless ambition--realizing the defeat of a<br>dragon would solve nothing.								
						Slowly, he lowered his weapon to the<br>soil.								
						The weary warrior closed his eyes, frowned, and shook his head<br>--from left, to right.								
						It seemed the dragon was quite wise.								
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						"Tell your king the dragon was far too powerful," the beast<br>suggested, "and that you barely escaped with your life."								
						Abruptly,<br>the dragon spewed fire at the tail of Lucan's cloak--singing it just<br>a bit.								
						"That should help sell your story upon your return."								
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						Lucan stuck his spear in his belt, bowed deeply to the ancient,<br>flame-breathing creature, and turned back toward home.								
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