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Druid's treasure is stolen. His quest is to find another one. Without a treasure, a dragon cannot grow. Druid is a small red dragon who wants to grow a few inches and several feet. This will only happen if he can find a BIG treasure.

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Publié par	Troubador Publishing Ltd
Date de parution	28 février 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781788038348
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	7 Mo

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Copyright © 2017 Mark Jackson

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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

Chapter One
Somewhere in the dark mountains of North Wales, deep within a remote hidden cave, lived a dragon. He was small and red and Welsh. His name was Druid.
Dragons had lived in these mountains for thousands of years, spending their time burning villages and stealing treasure. Long before the Romans came to the shores of Britain carrying their Golden Eagles, the dragons had collected treasures. In truth, they stole them. Dragons stole from anyone and anything. They would even steal from each other. A dragon’s desire for treasure knew no bounds.
Druid was the last red dragon of Mynydd Mawr. All the other dragons were as green as grass. True to their colour, these dragons were of an envious nature. Out of jealousy and spite they had stolen Druid’s treasure.
All dragons love gold.
GOLD!
That ancient precious metal. A dragon’s deepest, most treacherous love. It was said that dragons could smell gold from miles away. It is gold that gives dragons the power to become mighty in size and magic. For without gold, a dragon cannot grow. What a dragon would not do even for the tiniest, inci-winciest speck of gold.
Terrorise whole countries!
Burn whole villages!
Eat whole families!
Today, dragons are rarely seen. After hundreds of years of plundering, they have all got so much treasure that they have grown fat and lazy.
They spend all their time deep within their carefully concealed, ancestral caves on Mynydd Mawr, sprawled on top of heaps of treasure, counting it over and over again, in order to estimate its present market value.
Stealing Druid’s treasure was easy. They had simply waited until the small red dragon was out searching for more treasure to add to his tiny hoard, then the green dragons divided it between them. When Druid discovered that his small treasure had been stolen, he went to visit all the green dragons and asked each of them:
“Have you seen any of my treasure?”
The enormous green dragons had all gazed down from the top of their piles of gold, silver and jewels, and lied.
Some innocently.
Some outrageously.
Some until they were blue in the face.
All of them lied to their back teeth, and for a dragon that is a lot of teeth.
Druid knew they were lying, but there was nothing he could do. If he was not to remain small and hardly able to breathe fire forever, Druid had to find himself another treasure.