The rules are simple. I will give you the beginning of a story, and you can write the ending. Add a twist, or make it amazing. Do your best, and there are endless possibilities. The moon hung low in the sky, cold yet comforting to the armored figure on the crest of the hill. His armor reflected the light of the moon, gleaming in the dark. The grass around him stirred in the breeze, and they whispered to one another of the battle of which this man was about to participate. The trees knew it too, and the leaves shivered in cowardice. Gremock is coming. They seemed to sigh, and the trees creaked softly in agreement. The wind pushed dark clouds over the skies, and across the moon. The pale light wavered and dimmed as the clouds covered the moon. Almost as if the moon was hiding itself in anticipation for the battle. Now there was barely enough light for the man to see in front of himself. He walked forward, slowly, and the knight drew out his sword from his hilt, the sword drawing out a hiss of metal against wood. He gripped the hilt tightly, as the sword was a small comfort. This was the sword Merlin had blessed with power. This was the sword that would kill the dragon. The knight knew that this battle would be difficult, harder than he could ever imagine, but his male vanity wouldn't permit him to tremble and shake like the leaves on the trees. A vibration ran through the ground and into the man's legs. That was the dragon breathing. It was very near. The knight walked forward, his armor clicking slightly, and the breeze drastically warmed. The smell of sulfur came to his senses and burned his eyes, and the man stopped before an emense mountain. This mountain was the dragon. Each scale was as big as a horse, and the slumbering dragon drew large and deep breaths that created a windstorm every single time he exhaled. The dragon was curled, sleeping, and most of his body was hidden by his gigantic membraned wings. The soldier felt the urge to run home to his castle, but he knew that he must do this. If he didn't, the dragon would destroy the entire city, with one sweep of his tail. The knight hesitated. The air warmed considerably, and the dragon opened his eyes. The knight looked deep into those burning green eyes, and he nearly passed out. He could make out entire landscapes in those eyes, lands that only the dragon had laid eyes on. They were impossible, complex, and the knight was hypnotized by those eyes. But that was when the dragon stood up. The knight watched in horror as the dragon's size nearly doubled, until the knight was not faced by a huge dragon, but a living mountain. The dragon opened it's mouth in what seemed to be a smile, and his fangs were as long as the knight was tall. The knight gripped his sword even tighter, and prayed that Merlin's spell would work.