[ WP ] You are the chosen one , destined to slay the demon king . Unfortunately the wizard who came to your farm to mentor you thinks you 're the hero destined to slay the black dragon .

`` That's right Leno, swing your hand down and to the right. Follow the groove of the dragon scale!'' Merlin shouted at him. 
 
 *Groove of the dragon scale? * He stopped, giving Merlin a stony glare. `` Listen old wizard, I thought we had agreed that it's the demon king I'm going to fight, not some stupid black dragon?'' 
 
 `` Why of course master Leno! The demon drag- king is exactly who I'm preparing you for. Now focus.'' Merlin replied. 
 
 Leno shook his head, he swore he heard the old cobbler say dragon. Maybe the sunlight was getting to his head. He covered his eye's with a palm and looked at the sky, the blazing sun would be strong for a few more hours at least. 
 
 He lifted the heavy training blade, the long slab of wood made his arm burn. 
 
 `` Yes Leno lift the sword higher! Higher!'' Merlin shouted. 
 
 Leno obliged. 
 
 `` And strike down the dragon as if it is a mere pheasant.'' 
 
 He relaxed his arm. `` Alright, you definitely said dragon that time. What the hell are you playing at?'' 
 
 `` Dragon? Why yes, the black dragon of Isfaldor. Killing a dragon would make us rich... you rich, you know?'' Merlin said. 
 
 Leno folded his arms and looked the wizard up and down. He had n't noticed it until now but the man's white hair was messy, and his blue robes had small holes in them. 
 
 `` Why do you need money so badly? You're a wizard.'' Leno asked. 
 
 Merlin sighed and shook his head. `` They tax us boy. On every spell we do... Every incantation we write. The more powerful the spell the more you have to pay them.'' 
 
 `` Who could possibly tax wizards?'' Leno asked. 
 
 Merlin glanced left, right and them behind him. He leaned in as he spoke the words. `` The Dragon killers, boy. They're at the top of the food chain, the greatest warriors to have ever lived. I bet a Dragon killer could take out this pesky Demon King in one swipe.'' 
 
 Leno's eyebrows shot up. He went right back to practice, without further encouragement from the wizard. 
 
 Merlin sat against the fence and watched the boy. He had a smirk on his face, but felt guilt thick in his stomach. 
 
 *The sooner the boy was dead the better, the demon king must live on. *
