The Last Hero of Astolet

Dragons spiraled down, leaving wreckage, destruction in their wake. A hero was needed, but who would come? Who would willingly lay down his life for the innocents of Astolet?

A maiden set forth, quiet and alone in the dark of night, hiding from the dragons’ sight under a black cloak and astride a black horse. Carefully she searched out the warriors, searched out all the knights. In castle halls and within tavern walls she searched for a hero, yet none were found. Men with honors, titles, lands and legends were too afraid to face the dragons in Astolet.

They sent her back alone, despairing, to her people who are dying. The warriors are cowards who remain hidden within their trophies. There are no heroes to be found in Astolet.

She returned, quiet and alone, astride a black horse, wearing a black cloak in the dark of night. She returned to the castle where her father once had lived. Returned to find her family fled and the dragon king sleeping in their bed. Alone and cornered in a castle now ruled by a dragon she pulled her blade and crept into the chamber where the monster lay. It took deep breaths, heavy breaths, a master of its world because there were no heroes left in Astolet.

Closer and closer she crept across the tiles, raising high the bright dagger blade and the dragon was no more. Calmly cleaning her blade she welcomed back the people to her lands, and there she ruled, the last hero of Astolet.