Once upon a time, in ancient Germany, an Uprising was occurring. There, the mystical Dragons spread out their wings and flew high, with their goal to destroy every remaining village of the current Dynasty. They flew over the lands, Spitting Fire over the houses and people. The wooden structures only Fueled the blaze, as the people ran in pure horror at the sight they were witnessing. A few local men attempted to strike the dragon with their arrows, however, while their attempts were Valiant, they could not pierce the Dragon's thick scales.
Word spread quickly about this Mayhem, and the kingdom was only looking for the bravest of men to slay the seemingly unstoppable terror ravishing their lands. After some time, local Outlaws came looking for glory, while experience Gladiators came for a fight. With the Fusion of these groups, the townsfolk were confident their struggles would be over.
The men came forward, attacking the dragon with such might. The Dragon howled in what seemed to be agony, but to everybody's Shock, the Dragon only grew angry and attacked even harder. The men retreated, needing something more to defeat this seemingly unstoppable foe. The kingdom then set off, looking for only the most powerful of weapons, Excelsior.
The kingdom sent all of their fleets to find the mystical sword, and they did. One of the men who came pulled on the sword, a scrawny little peasant boy, everybody thought he was just wasting their time. But, to everyone's surprise, he pulled it out with ease and the young man was sent into battle.
The Dragon roared, punishing all that approached him, slashing and breathing fire, killing almost everybody in his path. Except for the little peasant boy. He ran, unnoticed, and sliced the dragon in the stomach. The beast stopped, looked at his wound, and roared so loud, it is said it was heard across the world. The dragon fell, slain. And the little peasant boy was a hero to all.
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