The knight and the dragon took measure of each other for a long time. Both of them were remnants of an old, crumbling world, a world which already came to its gradual decline. They were the last of their kind.
The dragon, though old was a magnificent creature, fiercly intelligent and awe striking in his dominance of the air. The knight was the last one of king Arthur's Knights of the Round Table and mourned the loss of his old brethern. He was loyal to dead dreams of chivalry and courage. The dragon was loyal to himself but still felt the loss of his kind.
The knight and the dragon were going to battle against each other, and thus remain the last of their kind. They looked. The knight's eybrows forrowed in confusion when he noticed a feature on the dragon and after short time of pondering said:"I think I recognize you. Brother Tristan once told me he saw a red dragon in Germany which he fought but coudn't conquer. He said he left a distinct scar on his nassle which I see upon you. Are you the one?"
The dragon appeared for the first time less awe striking than he was and with surprised expression answered:"you know Tristan? I remember him, a fine young knight he was, tried his best to slaughter me but I don't hold a grudge. Do you know what had become of him?" and his opponent, glad to share his memories with a willing audience, readily recounted the sad story of the love of Tristan and the fair haired Isolet. By the end of the tale both man and dragon let tears ran ungardedly upon them.
They continued their conversation, the knight asked about other dweleres of the realm he knew at his time, and before they knew it, they sat companionly together while the setting sun gave a rosy tint to the grove around them.
It seemed peacefull and this is the reason they were caught by a trope of merceneries which desired the dragon's head and the knight's fine armour. Such relics of the Old world were novelty in the New one and were at high demand in the rapidly shifting economy of the time.
The knight and the dragon were caught unaware but not helpless. They united against their foes and fought mercilessly with fire and steel. In the aftermath of the battle, the dragon had feasted upon the flesh of the merceneries while the knight drank wine from an oilskin in his sack. They continued their conversation among dead foes, old stars and regenerated dreams.
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