It was back. The Dragon was back. After lying low for months, it was back, flaring fire all over the village. The village head was having sleepless nights again. Since there had been no attacks for the past two months, everyone had assumed that it had left for new hunting grounds. But what they didn’t know was that it had been preparing for a big feast. In the nest lay hundreds of eggs. Soon there would be little dragons everywhere. Happy days were over once more. Kids were forced to play indoors. Women were scared to go out themselves. The traders found it difficult to travel and had to suffer losses. But as they say, when you are in a situation where there is a mountain on one side and a pit on the other, you would rather climb the mountain. So after giving a lot of thought, the village head decided to go in for the last option he had. On the other end of the village, in the caves, lived a Giant. A harmless creature, but feared for his size. Every night, one villager would go and sup