Michael Varriano, Period 2, 5/18/23

Blog #4: Fan Fiction for Beowulf

My name is Argon, but now, since I am the last of my kind, I am simply called the dragon. I am the most powerful creature in the realm and challenging me may be a symbol of heroism and bravery, or pure foolishness.

I was not always the last dragon. Since mythical times my family and I were prominent amongst the dragon kingdom. My parents, Arthur and Gwen were the rulers of the realm. I will tell the story of how we fell from Royalty.

It was a fiery summer night. It was the day of the annual dragon games, a test of which dragon could fly the fastest, spit the hottest fire, and pillage the most powerful village. As the prince of the Dragingdom I was expected to win the dragon games again, for the 1500th year in a row. I began to fly. With the cool wind on my scales I began to fly towards the sun. I flew faster than the speed of sound, flew to the sun, and ignited the sun with my flames. I then landed in the center of the Dragindom and my subjects roared with delight.

In the dragon kingdom, the strongest dragon rules, and you can be challenged for your princeship. A dragon with all blue scales rose up, he went by the name of Baxter. Blue flames flared angrily as he announced he would be challenging me for the royal title of prince. Baxter did not fly at the speed out sound, Baxter did not ignite the sun with blue flames, Baxter began to torch village after village and kingdom after kingdom. Baxter did not stop with human villages. He began to torch the villages of fellow dragons, slaying the weak and the children in their sleep. The royal guard of Dragondom moved on him and encircled him. My parents, Arthur and Gwen joined the circle and prepared to torch Baxter to dust.

The great circle of dragons moved swiftly. With a great roar they threw the most powerful flames the Dragondom had seen in millennia. Baxter enclosed himself in a defensive orb of blue flames. To my surprise, instead of faltering, his orb of blue flames expanded out towards the circle of dragons.

It became obvious, we were doomed, he was too powerful. I joined in the offensive, breathing the strongest flames I could muster; our flames were repelled. The entire realm glowed with a radiant light as if we were on the surface of the sun itself. Then everything went black.

When I awoke I was all alone. The kingdom I was sworn to protect was no more. My friends and family were not to be found. Neither was Baxter, the blue dragon, he too disappeared in the blinding light of flame that he caused over his lust for power. It turned out that we are no better than the humans seeking valor and attention such as the Beowulf who will someday slay me and end the race of dragons.

This is my story and the story of the dragon,

Farewell,
Argon