(Mumbo's P.O.V.)

I slowly ascended the mountain with my best friend Iskall. Yesterday was a mess. I lost Iskall while he furiously chased that boy called. What was his name again? Grian. Yes, Grian. Now we are trying to kill a dragon! How exciting! I cannot wait for my name to be on the billboards of every town in Cloudsvilla! 

I suddenly heard a scream from around the mountain. 

"LOOK UP MUMBO!"

I did what he said.

I saw a magnificent purple dragon, lined with yellow and purple scales, with a pure black belly. Its turquoise wings catching the soft breeze. Iskall started bolting towards it. 

"Come on Mumbo, maybe if we follow it, it would lead us it's den!"

"Ok Iskall, let us go quickly before the dragon is out of sight!"

I chased after Iskall, who chased after the dragon.

(Time skip brought to you by Iskall and Mumbo chasing the dragon)

I panted. 

"When *huff* is this *pant* dragon going to *gasp* stop?" I panted in protest.

"Maybe *pant* over there?" Answered Iskall pointing to a cave.

The magnificent dragon flew inside and out of sight.

Iskall made a run for it, using his last traces of energy while a trailed behind huffing and puffing for precious oxygen.

I slowly climbed the steep hill and into the dragon's den. Iskall, being the overachiever he was, was already fighting the dragon. The dragon had several deep cuts from Iskall's bloody sword. The purple blood stained the cave walls and smeared all over the floor and ceiling.

"Come on Mumbo, come and help me!"

I got out a bow and loaded the arrow and pointed it towards the dragon. The dragon had a sad look on his face. It put his scaly head onto the floor, accepting it's horrible fate. I felt guilt wash over me. I lowered my bow and ran towards Iskall.

"Iskall! Stop killing it! Have you not realised it has not attacked us at all?"

(Third Person)

But it was too late. Iskall plunged the sword into the dragon's side. Purple blood spurted everywhere. The dragon howled in agony and its head fell to the floor with a loud thump.

The mighty dragon started shrinking. Smaller and smaller. Until all was left was a small figure, wrapped in a purple cape, with its purple blood staining his red jumper.

Well, part 3 anyone? A wonderful twist at the end I think. What do you think? Now I feel bad killing the poor gremlin.

(Word Count: 402)