So I sat there watching her for a time as she laid there and sobbed. She was so small and fragile. I knew I had nothing to worry about her being a physical threat which added to the intrigue. I could not remember a time when one had approached me with out the intent of trying to prove his or her mettle in combat with me. How many had died by my fangs or claws for there impudence of trying to challenge me in combat to try to prove themselves for some misguided goal. They would come charging in on a mount, or try to sneak in with whispers of glory on there lips for some misplaced rumor that the black dragon had terrorized the country side. Fools all of them. Had they learned that I never struck out until after an attack on me maybe the would not have felt my fiery wrath. That is why I had slept deep in my cave. Hoping that if I just slept past several of there generations they would just allow me to be and not worry about me supposedly attacking them.
Weeeellll who be she my lord? I’m so excited can’t wait for more!