The Fantasy Trip Of A Gladiator And Dragon

There weren’t always any dragons in the valley. That is what the public proclamation explained to a Gladiator who returned to the area after spending time in the desert followed by answering the knock after eyeing an opportunity to pick up a buck inside the falls that were chagrin.

“I should of never of left the Garden State,” he reflected, “now they say dragons are plaguing the empire metropolis.”

Looking around the combat fighter could not see any peaks that would define the term ‘valley.’ Instead, the island where he resided at this exact moment in time only featured beaches on both sides.

“I must find this valley,” the Gladiator made a personal commitment, “according to my textbook script a valley is surrounded by hills not oceans, and dragons are not in water only sea monsters.”

Picking up his sword and shield the biblical era warrior headed east taking the quicker route. Time passed and feeling hungry the Gladiator made a Diner stop. Approaching the counter an older man was serving teenagers malt without the liquor.

“Excuse me, sir,” he requested, “can I have a menu?”

Showing a genuine smile, the waiter brought the food selections over, “my name is Staten, and whatever you want just ask.”

Taking a glance, the Gladiator put down the trifold tease, “what I truly need Mr. Staten is to know where the dragons are?”

“Well, Mr. Gladiator, honestly, I am stuck in between the garden and beaches,” Staten answered, “I have heard unbelievable tales of dragons but truly never have interacted with one.”

After feeding his belly with soup, salad and sandwiches the adventurer continued his way and soon encountered a gigantic swamp. “Maybe there is a dragon here,” the Gladiator wondered, “but all I do see this is just a wasteland, a murky mess.”

For hours, the Gladiator crept through all the watery graves where many accounts were told about submerged graves of people who disappeared. “I see many ghosts haunting around here but no dragons,” the Gladiator wrote in his notebook.

Suddenly there was an electrical strike and from the heavens an influential individual wearing a military uniform riding a horse materialized. “Who goes there?” The voice bellowed overpowering the Gladiator emotionally.

“I am a Gladiator who went west to gamble then ended up inside the falls that were chagrin eyeing an opportunity for a buck,” the Gladiator regained confidence speaking the truth.

“Very impressive my son,” the commanding chief leadership image commented, “I am a General from the Garden State, and this is my stallion Birmingham, who has not lost a battle this year to date.”

“Wow,” the Gladiator took a step back now a little bit more relaxed, “I was just wondering have you seen any dragons from the Valley?”

“Let me see,” the General started to ponder, “I can remember Hudson having one as a pet but to be honest I read in the tabloids the devil went to Georgia while the dragons found a homefield in Alabama.”

“Well, thank you General off to the south I must go to seek out the dragons.”

Many calendar months turned, and the Gladiator found himself where rebellious attitudes were known to design flags. Sleeping in a campground the Gladiator heard pounding steps outside and opening the flap the Gladiator noticed a green giant.

“You're a dragon,” the Gladiator exclaimed.

“Yes, I am,” the dragon answered, “I am Blaze the dragon.”

Noticing a tear on his cheek the Gladiator dropped his guard, “why are you crying?”

“Everybody went separate ways,” Blaze informed the Gladiator, “They spent the semester here studying a game like war, then left.”

“Where did they go?” The Gladiator inquired.

“Back north to eye an opportunity to make a buck.”

“Inside the falls that are Chagrin?”

“No, to a high school arena in Canton,” Blaze confirmed.

Now fully wide awake distant from dream land the Gladiator produced a grand plan, “let us go back to where I once eyed an opportunity to make a buck and see how everything is going in their fantasy league.”

Getting back in the saddle the Gladiator signaled Blaze to start the engines and they took off to visit where retired relics are stored. When the two came back to earth they saw all the dragons from the Valley competing in a war game outdoors and signing new deals. After all the paperwork was complete, everybody headed over to the Valley Lake and spent the day having fun in the beautiful weather.

“Such a wonderful way to spend a Sunday,” The Gladiator noted to Blaze the Dragon, “what do you all want to do next?”

“Well, some of the dragons will go to Canada and autumn war game exhibitions will start in a few weeks.”

“So, I guess a lot of stories could be told and maybe a legend or two,” the Gladiator mentioned.

“Just turn the page and see what someone observed while watching the game like war,” Blaze suggested.