A knight must never fear
It was a lovely warm day. The air was filled with sun and the scent of the nearby forest. It felt like all the birds around were singing. It was the first day of summer.
The peaceful river-dragon Rikarion was lazily lying in the waters, letting the oh-so-slow current wash away the waste warmth from its long, crystal-blue body. This seemed to be the only thing the dragon ever did, except for some occasional playing with the fish in the water.
Rikarion was indeed a very harmful dragon. But little did a knight from the Morning sun fields know about this, as he thought he would claim a little bit dignity and the gratefulness of the adjacent villages by the swing of his sword.
Although, I think he should had aimed for the nape of Rikarion's neck instead...