A long time ago, near a village called Buttery Glen, there lived a dragon. He was a dark blue, like the color of midnight. He was huge and could camouflage into the night sky. The fire he breathed could light up the sky.

He lived in a nest high above the village in an old, dead tree. He would visit the village mostly at night so no one could see him...... but when he made he's visits during the day's everyone would run away screaming, i mean who wouldn't? 

I'll tell u who wouldn't run away, Mia everyone else was scared of the dragon except Mia.

Mia wanted to be a knight. She was strong and brave and unafraid. She trained day and night with her wooden obstacle course in her backyard and her dog.

Sure, the dragon breathed fire. But there were people with worse breath. And sure, the Dragon looked scary. But there were dogs in the village with scarier faces, but not Mia's.

One day, the dragon had come down from his nest and was hiding in the cornfields for a visit.

Everyone ran to escape the dragon. Everyone except for Mia she wanted to make the dragon leave and save everyone and then she would be the hero, then live happily ever after.

Armed with her homemade sword, helmet and shield, Mia ran through the deserted village past all the scared people and toward the cornfield. She kept running BUT!! when she stopped.......

.....the dragon stopped to and turned around to see Mia standing there.

“Excuse me!” Mia yelled. The dragon roared and let out a breath. Mia felt the dragon’s hot breath on her face.

“I’m Mia,” she said. “I’ve come to tell you to go away. You’re scaring everybody and no one likes it."

The dragon’s breaths quickened. Huff! Huff! Huff! It looked like the dragon’s fire was about to blow! Mia braced herself. But instead of fire coming out his mouth, tears began pouring down the dragon’s snout.

He was crying? Mia had never seen a dragon cry before they usually breath fire and do what they do.

“I’m so lonely. Nobody likes me,” the dragon said.

“Why should anyone like you?” Mia replied. “You burned down the castle.”

“I didn’t burn down the castle,” the dragon said. “It was struck by lightning. I would never do that.”

“Wow,” Mia said. “Sounds like you’re the victim, everyone was telling me it was the dragon. Wait how did you know that it got struck by lightning. We’ve got to fix this. What are you good at?”

“I saw it going down.And i am the best at Breathing fire,” replied the dragon.

“Well, let’s see it, but don't go to overboard.” ordered Mia.