As Monarkea actually did what the Trial entailed, Vyviir instead descended to the ground right in front of a very tiny human being, landing with enough force to shake the ground as if a magnitude five earthquake had been unleashed in that area, yet was contained to just the nearby few miles. The old dragon raised its head high to look down its nose at the minuscule person that stood before it, that person being seemingly oblivious to the fact that there was now a mountain-sized dragon standing before him.

“You are the one whom my whore of a disrespectful daughter has made to be a ‘Hero’, yes?”

The oblivious human nodded, his garb made of random bits of trash clanking around as his head went forward and back with enough force, enough repetitions, and with enough speed to put a veteran headbanger to shame. As if that was not enough to make one doubt the mental faculties of this dumb little ‘Hero’, his face bore nothing save a dopey, empty smile that radiated a near-endless message of ‘I am dumber than a bag of bricks and denser than Corium’.

“Good.” Vyviir said mockingly with a smirk on his draconic face. “I will grant you untold power and wealth, along with all that you could ever desire besides, if only you slay my impudent slut of a daughter.”

“I don’t think I want to do that.” Replied Axis Wode, the ‘Hero’ who had been standing before the ancient dragon, in case you all had not figured it out yet. “Murder is bad. I don’t like being bad. Being bad is bad, after all, and I don’t want to be bad, because being bad is bad, and I don’t want to be bad, because being bad is-.”

“SHUT UP!” Vyviir roared, ending the endless loop that Axis’ tiny pea brain had been locked in by its own hand. “My daughter is the one you call the ‘Dragon-Lord’. Slay her and you fulfill your purpose.”

“But I don’t have a porpoise, do I? I’ve never even been to the sea…” Axis asked as he overly cocked his head to one side and causing enough of a shift in his body posture to tip him over and leave him lying on his side on the ground.

“I said purpose, you fool!”

Vyviir was getting tired of this moron, but he was at least somewhat sure that Axis could at least somewhat harm his traitorous daughter. After all, what kind of sick fuck would his shit of a daughter need to be in order to create a Hero who, even at their strongest, stood no chance against her?

What enjoyment could a being get from toying with such a lowly creature and then crushing its hopes just as it thinks it can win?

Well, she was a monster, just like his current inhabited form, but monsters were prone to acts of self-sabotage, and the Races existed to crush all monsters…

“…….?”

Wait, what was he thinking about? Well, he couldn’t remember anyway…

“I shall tell you the name of my wayward daughter, and you will understand.”

“But I don’t want to stand under anything, though?”

Vyviir tensed his claws and pursed his lips. He just had to talk with this absolute tool for a short amount of time, and then he could just fly away and be done with it all. He could deal with a moron like this… he’d already had to deal with that bastard Vaile, so this guy could be allowed to remain a nuisance for a bit longer.

“My daughter is named Monarkea. You will kill-.”

“But Monarcia is my girlfriend!” Axis shouted, clearly upset despite his only four or five brain cells working overtime to try and keep him anywhere near cognizant.

“No, that is an alias my daughter used to-.”

“Nuh-uh!” replied Axis as he crossed his arms and shook his head violently enough to shake his whole body along with the trash armor that it was equipped with. “Monarkea and Monarcia are two different people! Their names don’t even sound the same!”

“What?” Vyviir mumbled. The dragon found himself dumbstruck and blinking rather rapidly at those last few words. “They are literally pronounced the exact same…”

“NO!” yelled Axis as he stuck his fingers into his ears and shook his head. “NO, THEY AREN’T! THEY DON’T SOUND THE SAME! LALALALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU! NANANANANANANANA SHUT UP POOPY-HEAD!”

Okay, he had endured enough of this bullshit and wasted far too much time on this moron.

Vyviir balled up his front claws and found himself unable to contain his rage for any longer and as he flew up into the sky, he let out a roar of anger, annoyance, and disappointment that could be heard for hundreds of miles.

“You DENSE motherFUCKER!”

…

Axis stood still for a while, his ears plugged, his eyes closed, and his mouth rattling off an endless stream of nonsense. Eventually, though, he forgot what he was doing and opened his eyes.

That was strange. He had assumed that the person who was trying to make him become everything he wanted not to be would still be there, waiting for him to rush at the tempter with his magic sword.

Ah, it made perfect sense! His words had caused the disguised monster so much trouble that it exploded! That was why the area around looked so damaged! And, of course, since he was the Hero, the destruction did not touch him!

Axis smiled and nodded to himself. He was such a smart person. Yes, he was very, very smart. People would often tell him that he was dumb, or dense, but they were just trying to secretly tell him that they actually thought that he was wise and perceptive. Unfortunately, the evil Dragon-Lord was always trying to use its magic powers to make him think that they were saying that he was dumb and dense.

But he was a smart person! He could even spell the word itself! Yes, the word ‘smart’ was spelled ‘S’, ‘3’, ‘>’, ‘W’, ‘#’. See? He was a very smart person!

Now, with the exploded enemy out of his way, he needed to make his way to the place where he could find the next legendary item to help him on his journey to defeat the evil Dragon-Lord. Up ahead was the prosperous town of Nameplace, and in that town, he would find the magical Wand of Wanding which would allow him to cross Bridge Bridge.

So many unique and interesting names! There must be so much history behind them for them to be so inventive!