The hunter stalks his quarry. He has pursued it for days. But in a larger sense, he spent years tracking the beast. He trained to deadly accuracy with the bow, learned how to walk through the forest without making a sound, and studied every sign of the creature’s passage.
He passes through a curtain of tall grass and spots it drinking from a lake. He is awestruck by the creature’s grace and beauty, limned by the rising sun. He readies his bow.
The hunter fires the arrow, aiming for a killing blow.
It bounces harmlessly off the dragon’s impenetrable scales.

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