[Death by Mirrors]

Once upon a time people lived happily and peacefully in a kingdom ruled by a wise monarch. Everyone had enough to eat, warm clothes for the winter, a roof over their head, and free wi-fi. Uh, wait. *mumbles to someone in the background* Did they already have wi-fi in the Middle Ages? *clears throat* Ahem. Anyway. As the legend goes, it was an idyllic place for everyone to dwell in. Until one day...



The beast trampled through the kingdom, sacked each village, ate most crops and scorched the remaining ones. Its hunger seemed insatiable and its thick scales and fiery breath defended the beast against the knights' swords. Many set out for a quest to frighten the wild one away, but in the end even the bravest among all heroes had failed. Finally the monarch made a decision. If it was not possible to kill the fiend, maybe together the stalwart villagers could tame it. Feed its appetite. The monarch offered delicious foods, and the beast agreed. Peace returned to the land. Fruitful earth brought great harvests, the kingdom grew stronger and wealthier than ever before. The beast was still there, dwelling in a dark forest, but people made sure to keep it well fed all the time. Sometimes the beast would grow bored of a certain food, and then everyone helped to find new treats. As the years went by, rumor spread that feeding the beast would bring good luck, and indeed several farmers who often offered food gained notable wealth.