It’s not easy telling a tale in 50 words or less. But I thought I’d give it a shot today, and share the result with you.
In the heart of a dense, emerald forest, Lyra stumbled upon a wounded dragon named Zephyra. Her scales shimmered like moonlit silver. Bound by chains, Zephyra's once mighty roars were now whispers of pain.
With nimble fingers, Lyra picked the locks, freeing the majestic creature.
Grateful, Zephyra bestowed a glowing scale upon her savior. "This holds my magic," she said.
Together, they confronted the poachers who hunted the dragon's heart.
Lyra unleashed bursts of dragonfire, driving them away. As dawn broke, the forest thrived anew, and Lyra and Zephyra's bond became legend, a tale of courage and magic.
So, what did you think?
It sounds like a prologue - I want more!
Your wish is my command, Stace! 😎