correction, this is the shortest chapter i have ever written
Tim had gone exploring the sewers, finding there was more there than he could possibly imagine. It had definitely been the old city only it had fallen to ruins because of the demon. The only thing Tim couldn't find though, was the demon's den.
He sat down and recalled the most recent part of the tale the storyteller had told him earlier. "The demon built a dungeon near its palace and filled it with terrifying monsters. All those who fell into disfavor were thrown into this dungeon to rot…"
Large, it had to be. The monsters scared all to the bone. No, they scared all deeper than that, the scared you right down to the soul. Even poor peasants who did nothing more than have a small glimmer of hope were taken away and tossed down into it, never seen again…
"Yea, and the demon also had three dragon pets: Hooktail, Gloomtail, and Bonetail. These dragons flew across the land, spreading fear and sorrow over all."
Each of them was a fearsome beast, ready to devour and destroy. They made many widows, and ruined families. Many were made homeless, fatherless, friendless. If you happened to stray across its path… oh, to even think of the horrors. You would most likely be eaten, or taken to the dragon's resting spot until it decided it wanted another snack.
The dragons ruled both ground and sky, and were feared by all. No one dared go out at night, or stray far from home in the day. They were always there, those dragons, just waiting. Waiting for its next snack to just wander by.
Dark times they were. Dark times.
"Even now, the mere mention of a dragon is enough to give some the terrors..."
Tim decided maybe he would explore the sewers a bit more, or at least find a few more coins so he could hear more of the tale.