Yoozepode had been running in the woodlands for hours. He found some berries and ate them with haste. A earspliting roar was upon Yoozepode in seconds.
"How dare thee take thy fruits!" said an enormous green dragon.
Yoozepode stared at the dragon, wide eyed. "Sorry sir. I didn't know they were yours."
"How could thy not know, I am the King of Kings! Ruler of this wood! Keeper of souls!"
"Nice to meet you to." said Yoozepode, "But what is your real name?"
"Thine real name is to precious to be spoken." remarked the dragon.
"So, can I call you...Sethe?" inquired Yoozepode, thinking of his father.
"Thy suppose so. What can I call you?"
Yoozepode replied, "Just call me Yoozepode."
"Okay, well, thy is deeply sorry for yelling at thee. I pray you will forgive thy?"
"Of course I can forgive you, but what's over there.?"
Yoozepode pointed to a bunch of rectangular rocks, placed in a circle.
"Those are forgotten kings of your past."
Yoozepode walked over to one of the rectangular rock with a sword pointing out of it. The inscription read: Here lies Armag, King of the Western Shores. And here lies his blade, Sword of Aegis. The years of 1810-1902 were the greatest of our lives. Cause of his death: Age. Removal of his blade takes more courage than anyone could ever know.
"Go ahead and try thee self, young one." spoke the dragon. "No one hast been able to pull the sword from its prison."
Yoozepode heaved at the sword, and it came loose. Now it was the dragon's turn to stare at Yoozepode, wide eyed.
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