p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"There once was a boy, he had wished to be known as the greatest warrior in all the land. But he was a just a boy and his wish was not taken seriously. So the boy trained, He trained for years until he was nothing less than a fine young man. That's when he decided he would go, there was nothing that could stop him from making his family proud, nothing that would stop him from being named the greatest warrior in all the land. Sadly because he had little to no combat experience he didn't stand a chance against a group of bandits and was recovered by his village in a severely injured state. But that didn't stop him. He would try and try again gaining more and more knowledge of fighting but would still come back more injured then when he left, Till one day he didn't come back. The people of the village had thought he died. They thought he'd been swallowed by the burning flames of hell. That was till one afternoon a shadow was cast over the village, it was the young man. He had returned after months of suspicions that he had died. As he walked through the town the villagers all stood and gawked at the dragon hide he dragged behind him. The mayor of the village had ordered a celebration in honour of the great man's return but only half way through his celebration he had succumb to his injuries of the battle he had just survived. Shocked and grief stricken the villagers fashioned a Statue in honour of him fashioned out of the hide of the slain serpent, which was to be placed in the middle of town. Thus ends our tale and the story of the greatest warrior the land has ever known./p