The Story Teller's Review

There was once an old house, with an old women inside, knitting an old ball of yarn. As she was knitting the yarn she heard a low humming like the one of an airplane flying above you, except, this was the middle ages, there were no airplanes! Before the old women knew what was happening there was a roar from outside and before the old women could respond her house lit up with purple flames, the flames danced, leaving only destruction in their path. All of a sudden, a creature with the wings of a bat, the body of a crocodile, the head of lizard, and the horns of a goat, a dragon, came crashing through the wall. As the old woman’s life was coming to an end, the needle that the old women was using to knit got caught between two of the dragon’s scales and jabbed its skin. The dragon’s blood slid down the needle and soaked the yarn. It was well known that dragon blood was known to bring life to non-sentient objects.