The Dragon's tomb was nothing short of majestic.
The doors opened to a well preserved rome, a space that was even larger than the hallway had been.
Even after what must have been hundreds of years, there was not a single cobweb or spec of dust in sight.
The roof down to the walls were filled with lots of inscriptions, each one telling a story of a time past.
Statues were carved into the walls at all sides like ancient sentinels. Some were of dragons, some of Dragon-kiln, while a few were regular humans.
But even in the grandeur of the room, there was one thing that stood out among the rest.
Lying on the floor, bony hands wrapped around a stash of bountiful treasures, was the skeleton of a great dragon, one so large that it dwarfed even Alex.
Its body was propped around its stash, its tail forming a barrier around it as though to protect his treasures even in death.
