[ 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 . ''

The dragon's eyes narrowed, his long neck twisting downwards to better see the coin. It was unlike any he'd ever seen, and that was saying something. Small, perfectly round, made of a strange metal - it resembled copper, but pure, more pure than all the plates in the king's castle. Intrigued, the dragon turned his eyes again toward the strange knight, who had removed his helmet to reveal an aging face and wild, white hair. 
 
 `` That, Anythlix, is a penny,'' the knight said, `` a coin from the far future. I have brought it back through time to you from the year 1985 A.D. There is no other like it in the world.'' 
 
 Anythlix raised a scaly brow. `` Why should I believe you? No wizard has skill enough to traverse the strands of time. That power lies with the gods alone.'' 
 
 The knight smirked. `` I thought you might say that. Allow me to provide some evidence.'' 
 
 Suddenly, a swift wind, a bang and a flash of light blasted through the cave, shaking the stalactites, toppling coins from their stacks. Anythlix growled, shielding his eyes from the light. Then, as the light faded, he looked up again. 
 
 Two strange metal machines stood before him, one blue and covered in runes not even he recognized, and one sleek and oblong, with wheels like a cart, shedding layers of ice in a cold mist. 
 
 `` What... what trickery is this, knave?'' Anythlix asked suspiciously, eyeing the knight with a new sense of awe. 
 
 `` Oh, no trickery,'' exclaimed a tall, brown-haired man in a matching coat emerging from the blue machine. `` Simply wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff. I'm the Doctor, by the way; I knew you would ask.'' 
 
 `` A demonstration of what we from the future can do,'' spoke the knight once more. `` And please, call me Doc.'' 
 
 `` So, if you truly are gods from the future...'' Anythlix hissed warily, fire springing to his throat, `` what need do you have for me?'' 
 
 `` Well, see, we have a bit of a problem in the future - throughout time and space, actually,'' the Doctor replied. `` A certain knight of sorts thinks he's such a big shot, and he's establishing dominance through history. It's only a matter of time until he reaches you - your, ahem, vault contains many of the treasures he covets.'' 
 
 `` A fool he is to try to steal my treasure!'' Anythlix bellowed. 
 
 `` Precisely,'' Doc added, `` which is why we'd appreciate any help you may have in, er, destroying him.'' 
 
 `` For which we are willing to pay. Have you ever dreamed of a planet made entirely of gold?'' the Doctor asked. `` It exists. I can take you there.'' 
 
 `` So have we a deal?'' Doc asked, both men extending their hands. 
 
 Anythlix had been taken the moment a planet of gold came up. The orb in his dreams, the one he'd spent a hundred lifetimes searching for... that was it. 
 
 `` I... accept your proposition.'' Anythlix, trying to keep his composure, reached out with a giant claw, both men awkwardly shaking it. 
 
 `` Well, I suppose we'd best be off!'' the Doctor cheered. `` No time like the present. Err, or would it be the past in this case?''
