[ WP ] You are sent on a quest to kill a dragon , but the dragon turns out to be your beloved wife ... .

I was struck short on gold bits, and as luck would have it, I was offered a job. The Head Knight, Johnathon, contacted me about a pest control job. Being an exknight and King's mercenary, I thought nothing of it. Besides, I thought it would be nice, you know, to buy my wife a blue dress she had fancied. It would match her emerald eyes so well. 
 
 `` You want me to assassinate a DRAGON??'' I exclaimed in disbelief. `` I did n't know we had any dragons around here!'' 
 
 `` We did n't, but then last spring... I guess one just decided to migrate down here,'' Johnathon responded. `` I thought you would have maybe some experience or knowledge of something like this.'' 
 
 `` I have the knowledge on what it would take to kill any dragon, it was part of my training. But never have I had to use my knowledge on the field,'' I explained. `` But, I suppose, there is no time like the present to learn, especially if the dragon poses a threat to the people. I'll take the job, gladly.'' 
 
 `` Great! Thank you very much, good sir. Here is a map,'' he handed me a scroll, `` and some provisions,'' and then a satchel. `` You're doing our village a favor.'' 
 
 The journey took days, but finally I arrived at the dragon's lair. The dragon, however, was no where to see. I set up camp, and waited til sundown. 
 
 Eventually I heard it. The *whoosh swoosh* of the dragon's beating wings, and then the thumping of its heavy footsteps. 
 
 Stealthily, I stepped into the cave. I ran to where the dragon was, to where its back was turned. I paused, to take in its beauty. Its ice blue scales shimmered in the darkness, with such a gleam and shine that I could see my own reflection. It's really a shame, how such a magnificent creature should have to be put down due to its danger. 
 
 But I could hesitate no longer. Swiftly stepping to its side, I rammed my longblade sword into its side, directly where this dragons heart should rest. The dragon gasped, flinched, and groped the wound in shock as it fell to the ground. I saw as its vivid green eyes paled.It was dead. 
 
 But... it started shrinking... 
 
 And shrinking.... 
 
 Into the figure of an elderly woman... 
 
 An elderly woman with emerald eyes. 
 
 An elderly woman with emerald eyes that would never see the blue dress. 
 
 The blue dress I would have bought her to match her emerald eyes, of which I was so in love with.
