The rain thundered down, water flooded the hillsides. Toria trudged over the rocks and mud, searching for a small shelter, (which wasn't occupied) well enough to shield her from the rain.
She slipped, hitting her small head on the stone wall that loomed over her. Toria placed a hand on her forehead, wincing. Blood coated her hand.
The clouds shifted just long enough to allow the moon to shine it's light. White beams disappeared into a little hole in the rock. She silently crawled into the burrow, believing there was a dead end, but to her surprise, it led on to show a faint glow of yellow.
Toria shuffled out of the tunnel and into a large room filled with gold. The jewels and gems rose up into large hills for quite a while, before they ended at a columned wall.
The young child gasped and lifted her foot to take a step forward. Something stopped herself, a little voice reminding her to always knock before entering someone's home, uninvited.
She knocked on a large, burnt, wood plank that was leaning on the archway. "Hello? I don't mean to intrude, but it's raining outside." She wandered around in the small clearing that was only partly covered with treasure.
The golden mountains began to shake, the gem hills started to rumble, and a large, scaled head lifted out of the treasure.
"Who are you, thief?" The dragon growled. "Hi, I'm Toria and I'm no thief. Who are you?" The child chirped happily. "I am the powerful and destructing, Smaug!" He replied, trying to sound more menacing than confused.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Smaug. I'm sorry I barged into your home like this." Toria apologized. "Don't call me 'Mr. Smaug' it isn't evil. And you're not scared of me?" Smaug snarled
"Nope. Can I stay in here until the rain stops? I promise I won't be a bother, you won't even know I'm here." She promised the reptile, seemingly unscathed by his gruesome appearance.
"I might eat you." Smaug threatened, bringing his head an arms length from Toria.
The little girl just blinked slowly and unbelievingly.
Thunder cracked through the sky, Toria lunged to the dragon and clung to his face fearfully.
Smaug rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Thunderstorms are scarier than me? I'm really losing my touch." He mumbled, slowly sliding the girl off his snout. "Sorry, I just don't get along too well with thunder." Toria sniffled, sitting on a small mat.
"How are you not afraid of me?" Smaug pondered angrily. "Because I've seen a dragon before." Toria admitted.
Smaug stared at her in surprise. Surely there wasn't a dragon fiercer than he was. "What dragon?" He narrowed his eyes to slits.
"Me." Toria whispered, as if someone else would hear.
"Fine. You can stay for the night, but only because you're all skin and bone. Eat your fill, I'll most likely eat you in the morning." Smaug sighed, pushing a crate of food over to her, then curled up in his precious gold and began to snore.