A pair of emerald  ears poked up behind a barrel of water which looked like it had been looted . Price`s curly moustache started to sweat and his slim body twitched. What could it be ? One leg stepped out as its blush face appeared … it was just a tiny goblin a baby ! Price came out of hiding . The goblin shivered .It hid again . Price calmly moved towards it with some bread and set it down for him ; the goblin gave his trust. Then Price remembered – Alder! ” Where is Alder ? ” Alder was still searching for steel or any signs of life .

At that moment , Alder saw an old man crawling around. ” Hello ! ” Alder shouted . ” No ! No! You should not be here … save yourself ! ” he replied Alder`s eyes squinted and his eyebrows raised . ” Trust me ” the stranger added . ” Go ! ” seconds later , a giant shadow appeared , it was a dragon .  Alder darted behind a rock , the dragon sniffed the air trying to find him . Had he lost it ? As he watched Alder moved to another rock . The dragon just destroyed the original rock , Alder wanted to let out a massive sigh of relief , but it was too risky.

Finally the daunting beast had enough so he raged back to his cave puffing smoke out of his nostrils causing Alder to cough . He raced back to the ship with his heart beating like never before .

” Price we gotta get out of here ” Alder sighed . ” Price what is that ? ” he said suspicious of Price  ” Err … what do you mean ? ” he said attempting to hide the goblin . ” Ok ” Alder said slowly in curiousity  , then moving Price ” you lied ! “

Snarling and sneering,

the daunting beast awakens from its grand sleep.

With its obsidian eyes, like the entrance to its cold blooded soul, it glares into the void from its ancient lair.

Its wall of protection like wings rise as his nostrils smoke up all nature goes into hiding.

His serrated pincers appear as he prepares to scour for its next feast.

Sprouting from his head, are his crooked, demonic scimitar-like horns.

In his ominous cave he rages and roars revealing the devilish fangs bloody from its last victim.

A protruding tail thrashes the boulder before him to assert dominance, leaving nothing behind but rubble and scarse

You are the victim of Gods hand.

You are the terror in the eyes of the fierce lions prey.

You are Robin Hood transforming poverty to riches , leaving the rich in rags.

You are a poppy signagfying the life in the dead soldier

You are a witness of the hand of Jesus, providing eternal life.

You are the moment between life and death.

You are the seas of beaming light being poured out of the sun to the dull earth below.

You are the moment God forgot his lines.

You are you are the moment life flashes before your eyes.

You are the start of life.

You are the moment of ******* final blow.

You are the depression of the washed up talent.

You are the Cathedral after being reduced to rubble.

You are the immortals fate.

You are the mercy of Zeus.

You are a fly in a spider web realising it will be his fatal mistake.

You are the difference between the first and the last.