George was already exhausted after a violent fight with the gigantic fire-breathing reptile which lived in the Moon shadows. The weight of his sword started being too much for his arms. Under his armor he sweated. "How long has this battle been going on?" he thought leaning against a rock. He had lost count of the years with the long time protecting the moon seas territory knowing that the dark side always belonged to the feared creature.
Hearing no sound of the dragon, George, also thought to be a saint, decided to move back to his home on the bright side. Suddenly, he looked upwards and saw a strange-looking aircraft coming down, similar to the one that had dropped him about 50 years before. The same sound, the same appearance. The memories of old earthly days came up to his mind.
As the vehicle approached his lands, he was also able to see a dark creature with wide open wings and fuming through its mouth moving in the distance. He knew it was the dragon, and he knew its intention was to arrive at the rocket before him. He put his sword back in the holster, climbed up his white muscular horse and sped toward the landing point, hoping it would not be too late to protect the visitors against his arch-enemy.
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