Once upon a time, in a magnificent castle, there lived a young damsel. Coming from a noble lineage - albeit a lesser one - she served the lady of the castle. This damsel was happy to assist her mistress, for she was an uncomplicated person, even though she indulged in luxury. But this did not particularly bother the damsel, as she often got to experience this excess herself: trying on dresses, dining with the lady, and even gossiping with her - and other maids - about the latest happenings both within the castle walls and beyond. She enjoyed the kindness of her mistress, her husband, and all the other servants, maids, and farmers. For prosperity was flourishing. The gods allowed the fields and meadows to grow lush. No one lacked for anything. This circumstance made everyone forget their worries, especially since there were none at that time. Everyone was kind with their words and joyful in spirit.
One evening - as they sat before a lavish table once again - it was reported that a dragon had been seen near the castle. They were already considering and devising plans on how to best eliminate this creature. For such a beast brought misfortune, even death and ruin to the castle and its prosperity. The damsel felt a pang of fear. Her face turned pale, and she nearly choked on her bite.
“Dragons?” she spoke in a thin, trembling voice. “What nonsense! Those are just fairy tales; such creatures do not exist!”
“Oh yes, I saw such a creature sneaking around the castle walls just yesterday! Yes, with my OWN eyes!” warned the lord of the castle. “Or how do you call such a huge being, with scaly skin from head to toe, like a reptile? It had wings and snorted with every step!” Calls and wild murmurs spread through the hall. Everyone began to discuss in confusion. The damsel had nothing more to say and quietly made her way up to her chamber, which was located at the very top of a turret. There, she sat by the window and enjoyed the landscape, which was bathed in gold and deep red by the setting sun. Warm breezes gently played with her strands of hair, and she deeply inhaled the warm, fresh air, constantly keeping an eye out for him, Baldur - HER dragon.
For the reason she was so distressed during dinner was not the fact that a dragon wanted to seize the castle along with its treasures, but because she knew this dragon, yes, even loved him. Almost daily, he would come to fetch her after nightfall, when the castle residents were cozying up in their warm rooms, and no one could catch a glimpse of the two of them, and they would fly through the air to distant regions. He showed her the most beautiful places where they could rest and watch the stars. But apparently, they had caught the attention of the lord of the castle - who sometimes suffered from insomnia. She could only count herself lucky that he had not noticed them. She could not possibly confess to her mistress that there was nothing bad in him, for he was full of kindness and grace. Everyone would think - as soon as something terrible happened - that he had something to do with it, or even: she was in cahoots with him, and then they would want to kill them both. She was desperate because she did not know what she should do. Send him away angrily? She never wanted to see him again? - she could not do that! For she loved the tenderness they shared. It was indeed their ritual that when they met, she would give him a rose, which she had freshly picked from the courtyard garden; for the dragon loved the scent of this beautiful plant. But there were none growing in his cave, where he lived. So, after they said their goodbyes, he could enjoy the scent of the rose in his dwelling while thinking of her. And until it wilted, he would already be gifted the next bloom. And she? She received a scale in return. His skin made him invulnerable to all weapons made by human hands, but he wanted to prove how much he cared for her with his newfound vulnerability. This vulnerable spot now showed his bright red skin. She loved the scent of his scaled armor. For it collected all the wonderful aromas of the forest: the resin of the trunks. Trees uprooted by storms, which were now rotting more and more with the passage of time. Leaves and mushrooms that, due to the moisture of the autumn dew, began to emit the typical slightly moldy smell. Yes, she could almost hear the branches crackling as he moved through the woods. She kept this piece of him under her pillow, so she dreamed of him daily and had the scent of the forest in her nose.
As agreed, he came again that night, clinging to the turret and looking expectantly into her chamber. “Why so sad, dearest Margoth?” his voice wafted around her face. She told him what news she had heard at dinner. Baldur carefully took her with his claw and settled down on his back, just as always when they celebrated their excursions.
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As they prepared for flight, the two suddenly heard noises and voices. “ARCHERS!” shouted the lord of the court, who was lying in wait to defeat the beast. A rain of arrows fell upon the dragon. The archers prepared for their second attack. These arrows could not harm the dragon either. Baldur was just about to take to the skies when a particularly skilled, court-known archer found his weak spot. The arrow did not miss its target. A loud, pain-filled cry; the dragon could not contain himself; a devastating plume of fire followed. Screaming residents ran about like madmen, more arrows, more fire. Everything was already in flames. Margoth could hardly grasp what was happening when she fell in a nosedive. A dull impact rendered her unconscious; she lay now on her beloved, hearing him far away take his last breaths. One last time, she inhaled Baldur's warm, wonderful scent, mixed with a bit of... smoke... “The smell means nothing good...” were her last thoughts before she and her beloved fell asleep forever; and with them, an entire kingdom perished.
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Alternative ending (for those who wish for a happy ending / find the outcome too brutal):
As Margoth made herself comfortable between his wings, they took off. Somewhere into the woods, where they were carefree and united forever...
The court officials could not explain Margoth's sudden disappearance; she had vanished as if swallowed by the ground. However, it was rumored that she had been abducted by the dragon, who also never reappeared after her disappearance. Others claimed she had gone with him willingly, for sometimes a joyful fire would flash in her eyes.
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