[ WP ] Write a story in which the main character prays to the author in times of need .

Dexton stood outside of the dragon's cave, shaking in his ill-fitting boots. He knew that he did not belong here. Until a few weeks ago, he had never even left the poor agricultural community where he had been born. At this very moment, he wanted nothing more than to go home. Yet, here he stood, seemingly at the climax of a series of inexplicable coincidences. These coincidences had, over the last few weeks, flung him from the role of poor farmer boy to a princess's only hope. Though rare, this sort of thing was not unheard of. Dexton had heard the stories: every once in a while, an unassuming figure was somehow lifted from his basal existence and thrown into situations of great peril and even greater reward. Many succumbed to the peril, but a few managed to reap the rewards. These occurrences were said to be the work of an omnipotent God who manipulated the mortal world for nothing more than his own amusement. Dexton prayed to this God now. 
 
 *Please let me go home. I do n't want no treasures or princesses, I just want to go back to my farm and attend to my cabbages'' * 
 
 Dexton waited, hoping for some sign that his prayers had been heard. None came. He briefly considered turning and running home anyways, but he remembered from the stories that things did not usually turn out well for those who refused the God's calls to action. Cowardice was obviously not a trait that the God favored in his chosen ones. With seemingly no other option, Dexton reluctantly walked into the dragon's cave. 
 
 *Well then, God, please let me survive this. I'll be more entertaining to you alive than dead. I swear it. Please, God, give me a sign that you mean for me to live. `` * 
 
 Once more, Dexton waited for a sign. Several minutes passed, and when none came Dexton continued to descend into the dark. Suddenly, he heard a roar. Even though he could n't see far into the inky blackness, knew it was the dragon. Shivers ran down his spine, and a knot formed in his stomach. From somewhere else in the cavern, he heard a woman's voice. The princess, he presumed. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw her. She had glossy dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and despite the fact that she had been chained to a rock for several weeks, her beauty had been supernaturally preserved. Despite his fear, Dexton could n't help but roll his eyes. He had heard enough folklore to know that this God could be very predictable. 
 
 Reaching back for his quiver, Dexton was reminded that, as the result of yet another incredible coincidence, he had only one arrow remaining. Suddenly very cocky, Dexton sauntered around the cavern until he stood between the princess and the dragon. He chuckled inwardly. Reaching back, he grabbed his last arrow. He did n't even bother to aim and shot without hesitation. He already knew what was going to happen. The arrow left his bow heading directly for a stalactite about a meter to the left of the dragon's head. However, at that exact moment, the dragon inexplicably lunged to the left, and the arrow pierced him squarely in the eye. Miraculously, the arrow's force was n't deflected in any way, and Dexton saw it sink deep into the creature's head. With a great shudder, the beast fell to the ground. He was, of course, dead. 
 
 The princess immediately erupted into a chorus of gratitude, but Dexton ignored her, choosing instead to take this moment to pray. 
 
 *I suppose I should thank you, God, for hearing my prayers and granting me a sign. As soon as I saw the princess, I knew I was going to succeed. I suppose some might say that upon seeing the princess's beauty, I was overcome with love and knew that I must succeed at any cost. However, you and I both know that's not what happened. I've heard the priests tell stories. You may allow peasant boys to succeed and fail at your whims, but you never kill off beautiful women. *
