“Who’s missing?” he rasped.
“The Chief’s daughter, Athena.”
“Right, let’s go.” Sword and shield in hand, he strode toward the hill, villagers trailing in his wake. At the top he let out a war-cry. “St George forev…oh.”
Athena looked up. “Hi everyone. This is Pickles, the dragon. He was lonely in the Badlands, and came to say hello, didn’t you?” She tickled his chin.
Pickles just laid his head in her lap and purred…