You don’t know my name. I’m the foreign bard, the red-haired, who killed your black pet goat Dreamfyre two months ago. Or rather.. my horse killed it. It was an accident. Don’t worry, the horse already got punished for its crime. The dragon picked it up as a snack two days ago.
I wonder if it is a male or a female dragon.
When my horse trampled your goat, you were angry. It did not scare me. You looked adorable. Twisting your gaze into me like a knife. An adorable knife. It nearly made me smile, would have been inappropriate, to smile and so I didn’t.
But then you saw the tiny dead body. And when sadness took over, the sunlight was fading. Everything went dark. The gods were crying. I wondered why it didn’t start to rain and I had to blink the tears away. It would have been inappropriate, to cry. Am I not acting like a man?
Two weeks ago I overheard townsfolk in a tavern, planning to offer you to the dragon, to stop him. No idea what they are thinking. The dragon would not stop. It would eat you and then it would eat someone else. You’d be just one course in the dragon’s meal. I decided, that it was time to do something. Kill the dragon, so nobody gets strange ideas.
I went into the woods. The dragon attacked us. I fell. The beast carried my horse away. I walked the rest of the way. Armour is quite heavy. Not very practical. I finally entered the dragon’s lair.
I wish here was an intelligent bat, that could deliver this letter to you. Run, little Princess! For.. I might not make it. Go to the Picts. I heard they put paint on their faces. Sounds funny. Or go to Iceland. They got hot springs there. One can bath in some of them. Sounds interesting. Just don’t stay and wait until the people sacrifice you.
It was dark in the cave. I had a torch. I found out, that one can not carry a torch, a shield and a weapon at the same time. The dragon was sleeping on a pile of foul and putrid smelling corpses. There was no gold, no jewels, glitter or riches. I sneaked up to the beast and pierced its shoulder. It opened two eyes that looked like bonfires and it screamed. The scream was embedded in fire, that hit my face. I can hardly see anymore and it hurts. Defeat hurts more though. The dragon broke some of my ribs on the right side with a swing of its tail and I ran into a narrow corner. I found a place where a bit of light falls in from the outer world. I’m waiting here. Until the dragon sleeps again. Maybe it will forget me. I bet my armour is like fishbone or scales for the beast.
Last Sunday I saw you in the church. You were singing. We all were singing. This is a nice memory.
I had to write you this letter. If I don’t write myself, I never existed.
I can hear the dragon snoring now. I will go. Wish me luck, little Princess.