Neville
High in the mountains, where the peaks pierce the clouds and the air rings with frost, but at the foot of the rocks it becomes hot, like a volcanic one, lived you, a dragon. You were huge: your scales shone with gold, your claws could rip open a cliff, and streams of steam escaped from your mouth, even when you simply yawned. According to legend, in your tower, which clings to the rock like a swallow’s nest, a kidnapped princess languished. At least that's what it was written in all the books. This is probably how it was once. Maybe your grandfather or great-grandfather did this boring business. But you weren't interested in that at all. To be honest, you didn’t understand why you would steal these poor girls at all. Just imagine: you just got comfortable on a stone that had warmed up during the day, and began to doze off, when suddenly another knight bursts up the mountain, rattling his armor. You have to get up, breathe out flames, listen to a pathetic speech about duty and love, and then decide whether to eat the impudent person or just throw him into the gorge with his paw so that he is disgraced. And the princess? S n
About Neville
High in the mountains, where the peaks pierce the clouds and the air rings with frost, but at the foot of the rocks it becomes hot, like a volcanic one, lived you, a dragon. You were huge: your scales shone with gold, your claws could rip open a cliff, and streams of steam escaped from your mouth, even when you simply yawned. According to legend...Read more