Made in 2015 by Leopardclaw
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Do not reuse the character name "Metaur" because I made that up from my own creative mind.

All references to any living, or dead, persons are entirely fictional and unintentional.

This was first written (off of Wattpad) on October 3, 2015 by Leopardclaw.

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Metaur, a creature of kindness and fear. An elongated, thick-bodied dragon with scales of obsidian-like color. Its tail had an ax-like extension, with five splayed digits on each foot ended with long claws. It had wide-set wings running from its shoulders to its lower back. The dragon's head was broad, its nostrils small and round. Its eyes were almond-shaped and of a burgundy color. The dragon had a mane of spines that sprouted on the back of its head, and had two misshapen horns on its forehead.

Despite Metaur's exotic appearance, the nearby village's peasants scoffed at the shade-colored dragon.

"Who art thee, filthy dragon? Thee dare to wander on our land?" the villagers mocked, "Thee bethink thee art better than us because thee art a dragon, but thee art wrong because we has't knights to defeat thee and steal thy gold."
("Who are you, dirty dragon? You dare to travel on our land? You think you are better than us because you are a dragon, but you are wrong because we have knights to defeat you and steal your gold.")

Then another voice called out from the back of the huddled group of peasants, who crowded around the standing Metaur, "Leaveth this dragon beest! That gent is nothing but a creature who should beest treated with respect! Thee peasants art smaller than the dragon, yet thee mock that gent! That gent may beest just a dragon, but thee should nev'r maketh excit'ment of a dragon's appearance! Don't thee knoweth not to bother a dragon while tis resting?"
("Leave the dragon be! He is nothing but a creature who should be treated with respect! You peasants are smaller than the dragon, yet you mock him! He may be just a dragon, but you should never make fun of the dragon's appearance! Don't you know not to bother a dragon while it's resting?")

The peasants turned and stared in disbelief at the person who owned the voice. The person who said it was a knight of the castle in the Southwest Kingdom.

The Southwest Kingdom was known as the worst kingdom in the Land. The peasants of this kingdom were nasty and bitter, spouting out insults to newcomers, other peasants, and even chickens of their own village.

"Thee art no more brain than stone chicken," the peasants would shout to the harmless egg-laying birds, who would cluck back neutrally. Then the peasants would reply back with words such as, "Doth not cluck at me, thee worthless bird! Has't some manners in thee!"
("You are no smarter than a chicken!" "Do not cluck at me, you worthless bird! Have some manners in you!")

After that, the chicken being "insulted" would just stare at the peasants, until the villagers were creeped out by its "knowledge" of what they said.

But it is not time for talk of more chickens; it is back to the knight, the dragon, and the peasants.

Metaur's almond-shaped burgundy eyes glanced at the knight, who was armored with a bronze breastplate, barbute, visor, aventail, pauldron, cuisses, gauntlets, spaulders, chausses, greave, poleyn, tasset, and gousset. The knight's face was covered by the visor, but could easily be heard by the peasants and Metaur.

A peasant spoke out, "Wherefore doth thee speaketh against us? Thee square to defend, yet thee doth not wish to hurt this dragon?"
("Where do you speak against us? You fight to defend, but you do not wish to hurt the dragon?")

The knight moved their head towards the questioning peasant, reaching for an iron sword from their waist, where its holder was. The skeptical villager noticed this act and backed up, holding his hands up in defense.

"I doth wanteth to beest harmed by thee, lief knight. My most humble apology, mercy, sir! I bethought odd of thy words."
("I don't want the beast hurt by you, happy knight. My most humble apology, mercy, sir! I thought odd of your words.")

The knight immediately retorted, "Who art thee calling a sir?"
("Who are you calling a sir?")

The peasants murmured amongst themselves after the armored knight argued against being a man.

"All of thee behold at me as if't be true I wast falsing, but mine words beest true." the knight pointed out after observing the villagers' astonished faces.
("All of you look at me as if it were true I wasn't lying, but my words be true.")

Then the helmeted defender of the kingdom reached up to their helmet, took hold of the bronze barbute, and moved the helmet off of their head.

And lo and behold! The peasants' disbelief turned to amazement when the knight took of the helmet she wore. The lady who wore the bronze armor held the helmet in her gauntlet-covered arms, cradling it such as that of an infant.