Link was ten. Knew every Pokemon. One day, Link slept in. So he called school and said he was sick. He played pokemon for a bit. Then he went to the shops. Their was a shop. Every one was talking about it. He went in. It was bigger than the shop somehow.

When Link went in the door slammed. The air pushed him forwards. First he saw a golden, silver sword in a massive rock. Of course he tried to pick it up the sword. There were toy soldiers remaking world war two. Tiny planes flying around him. Tiny tanks shooting bombs too the enemies side. Manticore tail. Link read about it. In a fiction book. The tail had a sharp top with poison on top of it. It looked scaly, but it wasn’t. It was bumpy. He thought what it would look like. It would be the size of this place. Massive pile of bones opened it’s eyes.

The beast chased him to the door. Link screamed like a girl. A man said “stop it Gnasher’s, ” The bones was a bone dragon and it was called Gnasher’s.