A Little About My Self

It was a calm night. The moon was silently creeping upon the horizon and all was still. The lake before Connor was dazzling; it sparkled in the moonlight. He swept the sweat off his furry brow and trudged onward. He drew his sword, bane of destruction. When a roar irrupted from the distance. Connor's hair stood on end, his path was nearing its end. Standing before him, eyes dark as night, a mouth full of razors, scales as tough as this very journey itself. The dragon unleashed a wave of fire upon Connor. He quickly sidestepped the attack and readied himself for his rebuttal. He charged the dragon sword raised ready to complete his destiny. When out of nowhere came a voice: "Connor get your ass off that game!" Defeated Connor eased his grasp on his Dorito stricken playstation controller. He turned off his playstation and sighed, his destiny would have to wait.