As a missionary to a part of the world that has never seen a foreigner, you're prepared for most things. You're learning the language, being taught about the culture, and beginning to share the Good News with some of the natives.

It's oddly hard to do, however. For some reason, the natives' entire culture centers around the worship of dragons.

Eventually, you're getting a little frustrated. They live in terror of something that doesn't even exist. These people are smart in all other respects; why would they—

...What is that dark shape creeping through the town at night and why is there a huge billow of smoke coming from it?