[WP] You are a Dragon telling the fairy tale from their perspective.

Szazon the dragon had stolen away a lovely young princess from the Kindgom of Bright-Valley and sealed her in his tower. He didn't find her all that attractive - she didn't have gleaming scales or a fine set of sharp teeth - but he'd heard that that was what dragons did, so he did it. Afterwards, he spent some time mulling over what he was supposed to do with the princess until he'd gotten quite the headache and decided to sleep on the decision. He dreamed of epic battles against princes armed with glistening swords, tales he'd heard ever since he'd left the egg.

He woke to the sound of wingbeats and the tickle of feathers in his nose.

Griffins. A whole flock of them. Upon his waking, they flew off.

What in hell, he huffed, blinking. As he woke, he swiveled around, checking for signs of thievery. He counted the months of the year - it wasn't nesting season, so it couldn't have been them trying to get sparkly things to impress mates. Indeed, all of his gold and gems were untouched.

He was about to fall asleep when he realized there was a distinct lack of womanly wailing.

Shit.

Szazon scrambled to the window of the tower. Among the brown wings was a flash of pink chiffon, flying across the lake. He took off. His pride as a dragon was on the line, and he was looking forward to princes, swords, and the whole honorable lot. As he made his way to the prince in question, he peered at the young man in question, and couldn't make sense of what he was seeing. Accompanying the young prince was a falcon, a stag, and a dolphin. It looked decidedly more like a princess's woodland friends entourage. Szazon huffed. The battle seemed decidedly lacking in glory. Still, a battle is a battle, and he moved in for the kill.

Only to be swarmed by a mass of assortment of lions and tigers, tearing into his scaly body like a large wild cat does a lizard.

What is this, The Jungle Book? he roared. He fought as hard as he could, but even as he devoured one panther, another sank its teeth into his flank. He felt his blood draining from him, and feared nothing as much as the ignominy of dying not by the sword of a prince, but by the random assault of cats.

Then a tsunami struck him and his castle, putting both Szazon and his worries to rest.


Based on The Three Enchanted Princes.

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