The dragon flew

The mysterious dragon with skin black as night and eyes brighter than the sun sored over the village of stone with statues of marble with swords or bows of gold laid on the ground, desolated. The buildings had roofs of iron and walls of steel to protect them from the horrors of the unknown outside world. With dragons with the firepower of a thousand explosives, no one was safe from those beasts as they called them. Though, this dragon was different. Once every five years, this wondrous dragon would fly from his far off home in the high mountains glazed with snow, ice, and what looks from afar the sparkling gold from the heavens into this dismayed village and spreads happiness and joy into each of the homes, though no one knows how. When this happens, all the troubles of the village are forgotten and peace returns for the day, however, when the golden bell in the tower of ruby is rung, the dragon resides back to the mountains not to be seen for another five years. 

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