An ancient temple lies in the far off distance of Castle Bratwurst, a place where mighty warriors are raised. Once every so often a single soldier is sent to take on the horrific beast within the cavernous temple, if this brave soul manages to defeat the creature that continuously destroys the terrain of the land - they'll be deemed the new leader of the castle. The new protagonist of this quest is Sir Gregory, a warrior dressed in a full suit of armor accompanied with a short sword and a circular shield - everything made of iron.

Sir Gregory stared at the dark silhouette of the temple from atop the Castle Bratwurst walls, the pathway is a long stretch of grass that eventually shifts to pure dirt land from the toxins in the air - slowly killing the plant life. Sir Gregory makes his way down a flight of stone stairs before marching out into the courtyard, taking an approach to the tall wooden gate chained to the ground of the entrance. A gentle galloping nears his back as he turns to it, a white stallion rests her head on his left shoulder piece as he sticks a sugar cube in her mouth.

"Good morning, Leia." Said Sir Gregory with a hand rested on her back, her tail flicks as she lets out a neigh. Placing a black saddle on her back, he tightens a tan strap around her waist before climbing on. "Okay... I'm ready." Says Sir Gregory. A peasant dressed in brown cloth turns a large iron crank, gently lowering the gate over a crocodile-filled moat. They charged out triumphantly into the beauty of the green terrain as they pass sunflowers, trees, and butterflies. Galloping through for a long period of time, the fields around them slowly turn from lovely green to a desolate brown.

"Stay on your wits Leia, we must be about halfway to the temple." He says as they neared a thick black tree, stopping beneath it for a break. Hoping off Leia, he gazes off into the distance as a black spider carrying a fuzzy white egg repels from the tree on a silk string - landing on Leia's nose. She neighs loudly in fear as it crawls into her mouth, forcing itself down her throat. Sir Gregory turns around to her distress. "What's wrong? ... Did you get spooked by something?" She stands with a sudden face of indifference as he approaches her.

"I think I understand now, you must be hungry!" As he says so, Leia cries out with a mouthful of spiders. "What's happening?!" He shouts as her belly growls noisily, the sounds of crackling comes from her midsection as she begins to bloat outputting a strain on her strap. Slowly filling with never-ending baby spiders, her two front legs lay to the ground while her hind legs remain standing for support. With a loud pop, her girth snaps the strap of the saddle, making it slide off.

Looking like she swallowed a beach ball, she rolls to her back with her navel jutting out - pregnant with millions of spiders. Her cheeks inflate as she looks towards the sky, they spew everywhere out of her mouth as stretch marks appear on her over-ballooning girth. Leia shifts her bloat around, stretched to blow. With a noisy creak, her body bursts apart in an arachnid mess. "This is a dark place... Leia, your death won't be for nothing." Cutting off the strap to the saddle, he continues the journey holding it wrapped around his fist.

On the path to the temple, Sir Gregory unravels a cloth before wrapping it around his nose and mouth. “It stinks here... I'm definitely going the right way.” Walking for what seems like an eternity, a droplet of sweat drizzles down between his eyes as three vultures circle overhead. Falling to his knees from exhaustion, he raises a water canister to his face - noticing the shift in weight it now has. Unscrewing the cap before pointing it to the ground, a steady stream of sand pours out. Throwing it to the ground in anger, Sir Gregory stands with clenched fists.

“This place isn't just a toxic wasteland, it's also cursed...” Examining the huge circumference he's standing in, he realizes that it used to be a lake. “Whatever this monster is, I have to destroy it even if it means destroying myself in the midst of battle!” He yells, makes his way towards a steeply inclined hill leading up to the temple. “The temple... The temple!” He says as he gains a sudden rush of energy for how close he's gotten. Scaling up the hill, his eyes are fierce with determination. He stops himself at the mouth of the temple.

“So, this is where the action will be taking place, eh?” A structure made entirely of hard sandstone, the front entrance is carved elegantly with reptilian artwork. As Sir Gregory entered with his sword drawn, he accidentally steps on a skull-crushing it under his boot. Gazing down into the abyss of a long dark corridor, the sand-tiled floors lay showered with skeletons. Walking through cautiously, a glowing beam brightens the room just ahead as he nears it. Peeking in, he notices a crack in the ceiling projecting the light of day.

Cautious, he watches the skeletons to avoid making noise. Sir Gregory now stands in the center of the room with nothing in sight, grasping hard on his sword and shield. Looking into the sword as a mirror beneath the light, red eyes appear behind Sir Gregory. With a swift turn of his shield, a splash of black acid stains it - harshly sizzling a hole in the center. Throwing the ruined shield at the dragon face, it swallows it whole as he takes a brief moment to analyze it for weaknesses.

“A Large wingless acidic purple dragon with red eyes, I guess I'll just have to stab it!” He thinks as the dragon's belly inflates with a build-up of poisonous liquids, as its mouth opens - Sir Gregory leaps for the doorway as a spew of acid follows him. Barely missing his leg, he trips into the corridor as the dragon claws at his boot. Turning his chest to the dragon as he attempts to stab it in the lungs from the floor, it bites the blade out of his hand with a loud gulp. While the dragons belly puffed out, Sir Gregory thought about Leia and looked at the remnants of her wrapped around his fist.

“No, not like this!” He yells as he unwraps the strap and ties the dragons mouth shut. Its eyes widened as the pressure inside suddenly backed up, Sir Gregory bolts for the exit as the quickly bloating creature charges after him. As he runs to the edge of the hill, the dragon exits the temple with a loud groan. Now a large chemical balloon, it uses its tail as a guide to maneuver its self in Sir Gregory's direction. Rolling towards him at a high speed, Sir Gregory steadies himself as the giant scaly ball flings towards him.

“Well, here goes nothing!” He shouts, diving out the way of the ever bloating beast. Bouncing down the hill as it whimpers, it comes to a complete halt in the center of the dried-up lake. With eyes fixed on Sir Gregory in front of the temple, it groans as it inflates to the size of a whale. Trying to claw the strap from its mouth, its arms gently sink away into its own mass as it moans painfully. Now at a gargantuan size with the claws wiggling around, its head slowly disappears into its body with endless moans.

Its girth turns a bright red color as stretch marks spread across its gut, the dragon whimpers harshly before it erupts into an acidic wave - refilling the lake with toxic ooze. With a face of joy, Sir Gregory cheers as the black lake turns to a crystal blue water while the terrain surrounding it greens with the fast regrowth of vegetation - reviving all of the dead plant life that was once taken by the toxic dragon. “The curse of the dragons existence has been lifted.” Sir Gregory smiles, walking off into the sunset. THE END