[ WP ] As a dragon of innumerable age you have guarded your gold horde for millennium . Many heroes have come with long speeches on how they will slay you , the great evil , none finish . However this one is odd.He throws a coin on your stash , looks you in the eyes and says `` I have a proposition for you . ''

`` You are certainly most fearsome and undoubtedly powerful,'' the man begins, `` Your wealth is immeasurable and your reputation across millennia is common knowledge: Raza the Terrible - hoarder of gold and collector of souls. All who have challenged you have perished.'' 
 
 This forces a smirk from me as I eye him from across the stone temple. Coins and sparkling gems of every color cascade down my sides onto the massive mountain of gold as I stand up to my full height. The man shuffles noticeably, unsure if I will put a cease to his flattery, but I always hear out those with something to say. 
 
 `` And?'' I quip. 
 
 `` Yes, you are indeed great, but allow me to say you have not reached your full potential.'' 
 
 `` Is that so?'' I question, feeling quite amused. `` And what would a brave insightful man have to offer me?'' 
 
 `` Every single man and woman knows of you from the time they are children. They know your power and strength and they know to fear you, but through these tales of murder and death, the people only think of you as frightening and petty. Fear is cheap. Wealth is never truly respected. YOU are not respected, you are resented.'' 
 
 I set my jaw and feed the fire behind my eyes. `` Is that so? And I suspect you, a man, slave to lust and power, has the wisdom to induce in me something greater than ferocity and fortune?'' 
 
 `` I believe I do,'' the man replies firmly. 
 
 `` Well let's here it. But if you fail to impress, I will make quick work of adding to my notoriety,'' and I take a menacing step forward - sending a rumble through the stone and piles of gold. 
 
 The man, unflinching, walks forward into striking distance. I could crush him at any moment. I could lift him with two fingers and drop him down my throat, and although I'm quite tempted, his stare fixates me. But then I see it in his eyes - a familiarity, a faint understanding. This is no man. But I do know what He is. 
 
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