A loud roar like thunder would echo throughout the dark cavern inside the mountain which over looked the world. A breath of flame would shoot out into the fiery pit as the hideous creature reared its head upon the cliff on which he stood surrounded by the lava, brimstone and billowing smoke. Yes, this sound echoed into nothingness, and no one would hear it. Meanwhile, the purest and fairest in the land, the young princess with her long, wavy, auburn locks slept unmoving in an eternal slumber high above in the highest room atop the tallest tower. She slept, unaware of the day-to-day happenings. She wasn't even aware of her steadfast, beating heart. Bars guarded her windows just as the dragon stood guard of the front gates leading to the tower. Only the bravest of knights could cross the drawbridge and take on the satanic creature. Not only did it take skill in swordsmanship but it took a great deal of courage. The trouble was, no such knight seemed to exist. None were willing to risk their lives to save a sleeping princess. Most had concluded t'was best to let the sleeping princess lie. At least she was safe in her slumber. The one thing that would wake her was the kiss of true love. It seemed though, that day would never come. Her beauty would never fade as she'd never grow old. She was locked in this never changing world alone. The princess awaited in her tower for one so bold, one knight that would save her from her prison. Yes, even castles as glorious as this once was could be a prison. Someone as beautiful as she could be a prisoner. Though she wore no chains or was not a slave to any human being, this sleeping beauty was a prisoner. When would they realize she was not safe? Yes... with a dragon guarding her tower, the knights so bold figured the girl was perfectly safe. She was safer there, and there they would leave her. In her dreams, she dreamed of a knight in shining, golden armor, riding a white horse and armed with not one sword but two. His hair was thick, curly and kind of scruffy just like the tarnished clothing he wore beneath his gilded armor. He dismounted his horse, knelt beside the fair maiden, bent over her and kissed her thick, luscious lips. In her dreams, the young maiden awoke and returned the favor, kissing his lips and when he offered his hand to her, she stood with him and mounted the horse. Where they would ride off to was anyone's guess.

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