In the middle of Wales there is a mountain called Snowdonia; it is magnificent, a blanket of snow covers the icy tops and it sparkles in the sunlight. However no one dares go up it and the few who have never came back as a blood red dragon races rapidly around it. Many have died trying to slay this dragon but could this new warrior defeat it?

“I have come to rid you of this dragon”,
said Arthur. Crowds appear from nowhere praising him! Suddenly a trumpet blew and made the earth shake and a royal carriage arrived. The king stepped out and announced that tonight there would be a feast in honour of Arthur, then tomorrow he would begin his quest…

A while later he ate the scrumptious food and politely discussed his plans at the luxurious golden table; on the outside he had a face of steel but on the inside he was trembling with fear.

The next day he prepared and packed everything away in his bag said goodbye to the villagers and set out on his long journey. He had only just got to the start of the mountain yet he had already drank half his water; even though he was frozen from the snow he could feel the boiling breath from the dragon. Yet still he marched on until he saw a flicker of red…SILENCE! He tried to pretend he hadn’t seen it and attempted to move on but his legs wouldn’t let him, they just stood steadily still. With all his might he raised his leg and just about moved it ever so slightly up the hill, he kept doing this until he was about three quarters of the way there. However apart from a flicker he had not yet seen the dragon and then at that very moment he saw in front of him his goal…

He seized his sword and slashed out at the heart off the dragon but it wasn’t going to be that easy. The dragon whipped its gigantic tail at Arthur, he flew in the air and landed on his back. It was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him.

He struggled to his feet then INSPIRATION-hit the head the most delicate part of the body! He grabbed the end of the tail and started climbing up the dragon, it was doing everything in its ability to shake Arthur of. But he wouldn’t budge. Slowly but defiantly he was edging upwards towards the neck…

As the dragon made its last effort to shake him off Arthur slashed the neck. He went tumbling down and so did the head of the dragon. A loud thump vibrated through the town.

The villagers realised what had happened and clapped in joy they went to investigate and found the crushed body of Arthur and the head of the dragon…