The waterfall, shield to the entrance on hundred feet below water, that could be a problem. There was too much of a chance for danger there. The earth shook, poor goblins, they were screaming in horror at the newested and fiercest addition to the cave. That entrance was closed off by a cave in soon enough. Water, fish, and darkness were the only things getting our or in. Good.

Steps. Up through the catacombs, past the guards, and of course the other stairs. She could handle a little bit of a walk/ flight. It wasn't much of an issue, however, there were more holes then realized. Rumble, tumble, entrances were sealed off, closed, all, but one. The goblins knew that this one would be the only one tolerated, their new house guest, their new fear below the castle of the mists, wouldn't accept insolence of them making a new entrance.

There was a horror under the castle, the dragon in the depths had more then bestowed the very chaos that could be found below. The dragon had made a point, the goblins were to be meer cattle. Already there were waves of goblins leaving, running for their pathetic lives. Soon the caves would be empty, would be all hers. There was already caverns filled with glorious items, donated of course by the goblins.

Hords were growingand the caves were quickly creating a new name, a new fear where ever the name was uttered. Word of a terror, a monster under the castle was enough to have the near by population of living flesh avoid in full the now mouth of the cave. Undead seemed to be the only thing safe. Living tasted better.

The leaving of the goblins marked the new air of fear. Seeping from the entrance and out was some thing never felt before. In Rhy'Din dragons were tame, free to do as they pleased, and wouldn't harm the wings on a fly. Greed seemed to be the drive for this monster, this dragon. That and chaos. It was soon given offerings to protect the surrounding villages, gold to young vergins, and left at The Mouth of Hell Fire.

The word that the dragon, called Dark Flame, was an allie with the fredom to do as she wished only made the fear grow. It was so thick in the air that the dragon lived in sheer bliss and pleasure. For to remind them to fear was to assure that she was well fed and well donated to. No one knew other then what had been told. This was where the story designates fact.

The rumors of this dragon being a pet to the king, lies, Dark Flame had no master, just agreement. Death for pay. He wanted death, she was good at dealing death, this was why there had been agreement. Seldome was there ever doubt in this. Burning villages, eating living, and leavine nae a penny was sure sign that The Mouth of Hell Fire required another healthy donation.

It was on this generous day you could find Greed more the excited to be in her cave then up the stairs and stalking around the library as she studied maps for her next raid. Always she was there poking through the mounds of donations and snickering in her own mental way. Well fed, happily feasted, and another victum dead.

By now she had a cave, a chamber filled with sub-chambers devoted to her hords. The prize, the best joy of it all is she was keeping her word. Every where there was death on all aspects. Not only were people dying from her attacks, but they were starting to kill eachother. They were growing in desperation. Dragon slayers weren't working. Something about this dragon was stopping them. Their only moments peaces came from tribute and tribute was always a way to save you from the dragon's wrath for atleast a day.

"Mmm Greed, this is perfect!" There she was all in a tizzy. Gold, beautiful gold. The dragon of black burried herself in the mountain of glowing gold. Snout deep.

Death and treasure,
Are her pleasure,
Kill and burn,
Treasure in return.

The process was BEAUTIFUL!

The steps of her feet could be heard up the stairs of the catacombs. Bouncing and singing to herself she made her way up and through. She didn't need a map, she could smell her way to the castle. Sliding on her feet she moved through on path and stopped. She could smell life in her catacombs she didn't aprove of.

Crouching down she shifted into the dragon. There was a click of her talons and she heard the sob of a thing. Tilting her head she crept forwards as the flame of hell licked acid green from her mouth. There was a scream, they hadn't seen her yet had they? Where was this thing?

There was running, ah, her tail lashed out as she let it coil around a leg. Lifting up her tail she pulled it into view only to see it was gone? Arching her brow she looked back to see a clear, whisp like image of a girl. Snow white hair glowing in the darkness, moon lit orbs looking at her with tears pouring from her eyes. There was no life to this figure, it was already gone, dead.

Lifting her brow she turned to look at the girl more curiously, a sneer on her face as her tail came up and brush through the ghost like figure. Brows lifting she rumbled lightly," What are you doing in my catacombs ghost?"