This choice: Slay the dragon (Daniel vs Cindy) game only • Go Back...Chapter #5Time to prepare, let the games begin by: The prophet   Your heart seemed to stop for a brief second, of course Your 12 year old sister, Cindy had to pick the worst and most dangerous game imaginable. Slay the Dragon 🐉.
“Do we have to play that game Cindy?” You ask trying to get your sister to change her mind.
You absolutely hated the game Slay the dragon. It was a game you would always lose, because it was essentially you the gallant knight, up against your gigantic sister, the monstrous dragon. Yea the dragon would always win, easily.
“Oh come on Daniel I’ll go easy on you.” Cindy says with pleading 🥺 eyes.
You of course didn’t believe your sister, simply because this wasn’t the first time she said she would take it easy on you, she always failed to do so, and yet those puppy dog eyes always seemed to work on you.
“Ok, ok, but seriously take it easy.” You said rubbing your head.
“Don’t worry I’ll take it easy on you.” Cindy says putting you on the floor.
Cindy standing on her two feet towers over you. Cindy steps over you with booming foot steps as she walks inside your room to get the objects necessary to play the game. It always amazed you how tall girls where, the power they possessed in their little finger was more power than you hand in your whole entire body. The more you thought about it the more you dreaded playing the up coming game. The ground once again begins to rumble alerting you that Cindy was returning to the living room.
Cindy stepping into the living room has a tiny plastic sword and a piece of small yellow string Inside her right hand. Cindy walking towards you gets down on one knee and rest her right hand on the ground right in front of you with her hand wide open. You carefully climb her massive fingers and upon reaching the top walk to the center of Cindy’s hand. Cindy was looking down at you with a smile on her face, being patient and very careful not to move. You suspected that your little sister always had a little thrill when it came to carrying you, you didn’t really mind, you of course where use to it.
Upon reaching the center of your sisters hand you grab the plastic sword 🗡 and rap the piece of string around your waist. It was almost laughable, the plastic sword was huge to you, but to your sister it could barely be considered a tooth pick, the same could be said for the piece of string around your waist, it was long and really thick to you, it to your sister it was so small and fragile. You had a feeling you weren’t going to win this game.
“Your going to need this too brother.” Cindy says from above.
Cindy’s left hand moves closer towards you, so close that if you didn’t know your sister to well you would have believed that she was about to crush you, but you new your sister would never hurt you, so you had no fear. Cindy’s left hand opens up from right above your head and something drops down right beside you. You looking down at the fleshy ground see head gear and a chest guard. These where two things that were more important than the sword and yellow string that you carried.
“Thanks sis, we can’t play without these.” You say putting on the equipment.
“No problem, we don’t need you getting hurt now do we?” Cindy says with a small giggle.
Cindy seeing that your where done changing puts you down on the carpet floor, and while on her hands and knees backs away from you until she was at least a mile (from your perspective) away from you.
While looking at your gigantic sister you think of a strategy. The rules to the game where simple. Their was two ways of winning for the knight. The first way, which was the easiest way, was to wrap the yellow string around the dragon, the second way which was the hardest way, was to actually defeat the dragon in physical combat. It of course goes without saying, you where going for option 1, but even that had its own problems. The string although big for you, was very small compared to your sisters massive body. It would only fit around a finger Or one of your sisters toes, two fingers max. The only way for Cindy to win the game is if you either forfeit the match or, if she takes the yellow string away from you for 1 whole hour. Either way she would be coming after you so it was almost impossible for you to wrap the yellow string around her body. You had to come up with something
Cindy on her hands and knees stares at you with excitement. This truly was her favorite game. You just didn’t really understand why.
“Are you ready?” Cindy asks with a wide smaller on her face.
“Are you sure you don’t want to watch TV.” You ask trying to find a way out of this.
“Let the games begin!” Cindy yells, the vibrations of her shout almost knocking you off your feet.
“I guess that’s a no.”
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