Edgar was the only one who could see the

Edgar was the only one who could see the dragon, and Jim was the only one who could hear it. They needed to stay together to make sure the beast didn't catch them off guard, but

Eleanor was the only one who could really smell it. Edgar, Jim and Eleanor were known as the Three Weirdos. Edgar could see, Jim hear. The dragon was coming for them.

After Merlin's passing, the Dragon felt neglected, unacknowledged, unperceived. Edgar, Jim and Eleanor would have to do, e'en if only partial observers of His Magnificence! Autumn

wind blew through the cave opening as the crisp scent of falling leaves entered the Dragon's nostrils. His pensive thoughts grew more melancholy as he grieved Merlin's loss. Edgar

was no Merlin. But then again, Merlin was no Merlin anymore. The Dragon invoked the Code of Ages, that sacred rule which stated that Edgar must provide the theologians with a

reasonable doubt of the existence of the creator. Edgar said, "How can an all powerful absolutely good diety create a world with suffering?" The Dragon smirked as the Theologians

pondered. The eldest theologian replied "Suffering in itself is neither good nor bad. There is no relief without it. A mother suffers while she gives birth, and her pain is replace

d by a migraine ten-fold when the child grows up." The young students looked at their elder and wondered if had been hitting the hooch early.

The elder then looked at the kids square in the eyes and said "What the f*ck are you looking at?!"

The kid's eyes grew round. "You said the 'f' word!" His voice, a mixture of horror and respect. "I'm tellin' my mom on you!" The kid ran away. Mission accomplished.