The Dragon’s portico was deserted.
Slowly he started the long leopard crawl to the entrance of the lair where he was met with the stench of rotting carrion.
Gathering himself into a tightly wound crouch, he darted into the cave where he ducked behind a pile of tangled bones.
Three eggs gleamed gold in the pile of litter on the floor.
Not allowing himself time to gloat, he took two and shoved them in his backpack.
Turning to the entrance, he barely registered the baleful eyes of the furious red queen, before he was engulfed in vivid, green, flesh-melting flames.