[ WP ] Saved the Princess . Killed the Dragon . Happily ever after . But before that , you have to attend a funeral . For the dragon you just killed . And you ca n't refuse since his will asked for you specifically by name .

My feet shuffled awkwardly as we stood at the mound. The Vicar's words were barely audible from where I stood over fifty feet away from where the dragon's head. He was at it's head while I was keeping a low profile over at the tail since I arrived late. Some of the dragons looked at me, I avoided their stare like any reasonable person would avoid interacting with the siblings of the man you just killed. 
 
 I sighed deeply and wiped my brow. What shittery was this? There was only a small group of humans and rightly so the war between us and them had reached fever pitch before I killed Veraf. 
 
 Suddenly all eyes shifted towards me. I turned around too hopefully it was to someone behind me, there was no one. 
 
 `` What did he say?'' I asked the lady next to me. 
 
 `` You've been invited to the podium to say something'' she replied. 
 
 `` The fuck? Are you joking?'' 
 
 `` No I'm not and do n't swear. We're at a funeral'' 
 
 Coming to its funeral was already bad enough I had no idea why this dragon had insisted I speak for it. 
 
 It was too late to turn back. Slowly I walked to the front. I heard snorts of hate coming from the flame breathers. Two turned up their snouts and flew away in disgust as I cleared my throat. 
 
 `` A lot of you ummm... might know me. We've met before maybe not in the best of situations but...'' 
 
 `` Monster!'' A giant Back-plated dragon yelled at me smoke bellowing from it's nostrils. 
 
 Their side broke into a murmur as the stares became harder. 
 
 `` Now people, let's remember that Sir Ponk was invited here. Let's honor the wishes of the dead and let him speak.'' The vicar said gently trying to ease the crowd. 
 
 `` Or he's here so that we kill him'' A white horned dragon said it's wings flapping open. 
 
 `` What no I...'' The sentence was never completed as I dodged a ball of flame. It hit the podium and burst into flame. 
 
 I ran beyond the crowd to where I'd put my sword and shield. Thank God for my paranoia it's what kept me alive. I looked at them as they took to the sky forming an attack formation. I whistled loudly telling Sir Manod and Sir Bronn to come out of their hiding places. I raised my shield as we formed a wall. By the end of the day we'd have four funerals and a wedding. 
 
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