Writing Prompt

Battle Miners. Aye, I believe we’ve got the hardest job in the country. Every day, head down into the mines, loom for that good shiny loot, head home and go to bed. Every now and then, this deep rocky prison creams and groans with the promise of a beast. We gather our sharpest picks and prepare for a fight. As we stare into the murky blackness of the mine, a glowing beast perks it’s nasty features...

once upon a time in a dark place called middle earth where plants don't grow and the sun doesn't shine two soldiers had a challenge to kill the dragon king who took away the old king to take over what used to be a lovely bright land with flowers so coulourfull they would cure colour blindness at one glance. the soldiers aproched the king then shouted fire fire that shall kill the dragon a huge fir...