Prologue
Far away in the distance, the loud, distinct sound of a dragon's roar rumbled into the valley, causing a pandemonium of birds shooting to air in panic.
"GO!" A panicked boy turned, ungently signalling for his companion to leave.
A swirl of glossy black hair passed him like a gust of wind, ruffling his chestnut-black hair.
He exhaled.
Stepped forward.
Drawing his old, rusting iron sword he sliced through the dense green foliage.
He gasped. Before him stood a gigantic skull, whose claws could have quite easily sliced the valley, flattening the steep landscape; had the huge corps been alive.
Treading carefully, he moved closer to the ominous skeleton.
"Step-forward young man." The boy tensed, crouching low to the ground almost touching the low foliage.
"Who are you?" The boy whispered, clenching his sword.
"Put the sword down, you can't harm me. I am past the pain of wounds. Now step forward." The strange grumbling voice commanded.
"Who are you?" The boy repeated, standing up and scanning his surroundings and dropping his sword.
"Step closer." Unwillingly and uncontrollably the boy marched into what once would have been the gullet of the gigantic beast. "Good…." The voice sighed and laughed.
Terrified the boy stood, trembling, alone in the great monster's throat.