The Dragon’s Lair

You say the spell that goes along with what power you want, so you say “PROTECTIVUS!” You experience an odd sensation as new clothing covers your body. You are now fitted with armor. Wood armor. Horrible, crappy, unusable wood armor. You’d die in a heartbeat. You glance over at the dragon, and hope he hasn’t awoken. He hasn’t. You tiptoe to the beginning of the cave, wanted to leave with at least your life. You kick a rock, which startles the dragon, who wakes up. You run down the long hallway, not looking back. You reach the edge of a cliff. Dust kicks off the edge as you stare down to the bottom. At least a fifty foot drop. The dragon meets your eyes. Your green eyes look into his red ones, looking for any possible sign of forgiveness in them. Not a chance. You timber backwards, and fall fifty feet. You die.