Many decades have passed since the peace ended between the People and the Dragons. It's been decades since Drax the Fearsome, the Emperor of Dragons, has seen the battlefront. In this time, he hasn't been doing anything else than taking care of his two sons. But everything changed once Hans – the first Yellow Dragon – was born. He brings only trouble to his family. He learns to be so evil that a war with the People seems to be imminent. But up to the war, Hans tries to help the Good Sorceress by fighting the hounds of the Grizzled Wolves. There he learns that being at war with other creatures, isn't exactly the Dragon's way of life...

1. HANS
- THE BAD, YELLOW DRAGON -

2. KINDLE EDITION
ASIN: B011G9GKE8
A FAIRY TALE
BY
SERGIU TIMUȘ
Copyright © 2015 by Sergiu Timuș
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5. TABLE OF CONTENTS
I Hans learns about bad things
II Hans learns about good things
III Hans learns…about Hans!

6. The roads that led to Dragons' Kingdom were
not the most travelled. Not many were ventured
through such places and if one was so foolish to
walk those roads, most probably did not live to
tell the tale.
The elders said that dragons, like the mythical
creatures that they are, should be left well
alone, to live their long lives in peace, for
hundreds of years. And if, by any chance, you
disturb their peace, they always knew how to
cook delicious soups out of humans which, if
they didn't feel like having, they'd put on
skewers instead! Sparks and fire come out of
their nostrils and their large, strong teeth could
snap an old oak in half; let alone a tiny human...
The elders also told other frightening tales that
messed with naughty children's dreams. But we
are not interested in these tales, because it's
well known that old people flourish facts from
time to time. After all, the dragons were not as
bad as was said. During the last hundred years,
they've burned a few villages at most and
feasted only on a small army of less than a

7. hundred people, even though they were all well
fed and without any armour...
"It could have been worse!" the King shouted
while running frightened back to the castle.
"Much worse!" he kept repeating, hardly
catching his breath.
Some people swore that they even saw the King
running in front of the knights, even though few
still believe this today. Back then, the King had a
belly larger and heavier than a healthy dragon's
fang, and this, we have to admit, is not little at
all.
Back then, after much thought and many
sleepless nights, the King decided to declare the
south side of the kingdom as "The Dragons'
Kingdom". In other words, those who were not
long ago thought of as mythical creatures
became, overnight, full-blown Dragons!
"There, some bloody mountains…" the King kept
repeating, talking about the south part, where
almost all the gold deposits were.
Also during that time, because of spite and
disgust, the King lost so much weight that one
could count his ribs. The thought of losing so

8. much gold and also having his kingdom split in
two did not sit well with him at all.
"Some bloody mountains…" the King kept
repeating, for more than twenty years.

9. HANS LEARNS ABOUT BAD THINGS
GREAT CELEBRATION IN THE DRAGONS'
KINGDOM!
The celebration was big enough to shake up all
of the mountains and scare the King, who
thought it was an earthquake. Like he didn't
have enough on his mind...
But the King's troubles didn't move anyone. The
Emperor of Dragons, Drax the Fearsome, had
become a father for the third time. This was
rare for a Dragon, especially for a top one, like
Drax. Three sons ready to fly, to blow fire and to
conquer lands up to the Ninth Kingdom, where
no Dragon has ever reached but heard stories
about!
Well, almost three sons ready to fly. The third
had just been born. For dragons, two years have
to pass before they begin to take flying and
flame-blowing lessons. Even another year until
they can learn how to conquer lands and act
really mean. Three years that Drax could see
passing like moments!

10. All the Dragons gathered to congratulate their
emperor and to wish the new born strong
breath and healthy fangs. Everyone was
dancing, making terrible noises and blowing fire
out of their nostrils, so that all the rocks around
them were cracking up. But the happiest was
Drax, happier than he'd been in about seventy
years. The old Dragon was so happy that he
opened his mouth in a big fierce grin, so that
everyone could see his fangs! He didn't even
notice, poor Dragon, that his wife, the Empress
of Dragons, was approaching with a serious
face, a face that only a troubled wife can have.
"Drax, honey, we need to talk."
Drax stared at her, coughed a little bit of smoke
a few times, then he closed his mouth with such
strength that his teeth chattered. In his two
hundred and thirty years of life, few words
scared him more than this point-blank “we need
to talk” coming from his wife. As if they needed
to talk RIGHT then and there, RIGHT in that
moment!
"My dear beloved wife," Drax started to say,
frowning his eyebrows but at the same time
coughing not to seem too serious. "I don't think

11. it's the right time to talk", pointing his eyes at a
couple of old, strong Dragons with whom he'd
burned down a few villages back in the day. "We
are right in the middle of the party."
"This is exactly why we need to talk RIGHT
NOW," his wife said, raising her tone.
Drax giggled, just like a fifty-year-old unmarried
guy, making a stupid face, trying to make the
other Dragons think that he doesn't have a clue
what's going on and, in a split second, he
twisted around until he met his tail. He
approached his loving wife as close as he could
and he signalled her to follow him.
Kateya, his wife, followed him with obedience.
"Kateya, my love, how many times do I have to
tell you? When the other Dragons are around,
you can't..."
"It's yellow," she said, not letting Drax finish.
The Dragon looked at her with big blank eyes,
still confused.
"What's yellow?"
"Our son, the new born. He's yellow."

12. Drax opened his eyes wide, giving the
impression that he did not understand what it is
all about. Not a single yellow dragon was
known.
"Please, repeat that," he mumbled. "I think some
lava got into my left ear and I'm not hearing
well... You mean... our son, the one for whom all
these dragons gathered here from the four
corners of the mountains, is YELLOW?!"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Kateya said,
bowing her head and showing that she was very
sad.
Drax was quiet for a few moments, he scratched
an ear with his right wing until it sparked and
then asked again:
"You mean... yellow... as the sun? Or as the fire,
perhaps?"
His wife didn't answer his question, just nodded
and sighed.
"Then what kind of yellow is he?" the Emperor
of Dragons yelled. "Like the hot magma from an
active volcano? Or like gold, perhaps?"

13. "He's yellow, more like a duckling," the wife
answered, careful not to scare him too much.
"He's yellow like a little chicken, or more like
corn."
"Like corn… what the hell are you talking about,
woman? How can he be like corn or like a
duckling? Are you saying that our son, my
blood, isn't the most fierce dragon in all the
land?!"
"Oh, he's fierce alright, but not as we would
want," Kateya said. "See, besides the yellow
scales, the poor boy also has a black eye, just
like a stray dog… hey, are you ok?"
Drax was not feeling well. He almost fainted, but
he managed to lean on his tail just in time. He
took a deep breath and coughed black smoke
sprinkled with sparks.
"I want to see him. In an hour we have to
present him to the other Dragons, but before
this, I need to see him!"
"Honey…"

14. "Just shut it, woman! Because of my weak sight,
you'll take me down to the volcano before it's
my time. My son is yellow… that's insane!"

15. The Dragon father, the Dragon mother and the
two other sons, Sarrawar and Bollowar, were
looking at what it seemed to be a big disaster in
the Dragon world. From the small two-metre
steel-braided nest, looking at them was a yellow
chubby and big-eyed Dragon. He had a round
black spot in one of his eyes. His smile was
heartbreaking. If a God-fearing man would have
seen him now, he would say that this is the most
beautiful Dragon ever. But in the eyes of the
family, this yellow creature was the biggest
shame and the biggest curse in thousands of
years.
"I can't believe it," Drax kept repeating over and
over again, looking at him from every angle.
"Maybe we can paint him?" Bollowar asked
insecurely. He was a dark green Dragon, strong
and fierce, but stupid as a rock.
"Paint him? With what, you idiot?" his big
brother asked. Sarrawar was even bigger and
stronger than his brother and fortunately, also
smarter. He was dark green, just like his father
and brother. The only one that wasn't green
was Kateya, being from the Red Dragons'

16. Kingdom. And now, the little guy, who was
yellow.
"With walnut leaves. He'll turn so green!"
"Just shut up you two... smart pants!" Drax
yelled at the top of his lungs.
While everyone was looking at him with
disappointment, the little yellow Dragon started
to growl easily, cuddling with some rocks that
his father picked up himself. He didn't seem to
understand why everybody was so sad, but he
didn't actually care.
"Look at him, so fierce!" Bollowar said and
started to laugh.
Again, Drax didn't care about his son's stupidity.
"How should we name him?" Kateya asked,
embarrassed.
Drax didn't answer. He totally forgot that he
should pick a name. If he was normal, he
would've called him Zollowar. But now...
"Hans!" Bollowar yelled out of nowhere. "Hans
is so him! He, he."

17. This time Drax turned to him and slapped him.
Bollowar didn't feel the ground beneath him for
a second.
But when the little Dragon heard the name
Hans, he raised his head and started to giggle a
bit. He started to laugh when he saw Bollowar
almost fall down.
"What do you know, he likes it." Sarrawar
laughed.
"Then Hans it is," their mother whispered with
a beautiful smile, while Drax was leaving the
cave.

18. Three years have passed since Hans' birth and,
slowly, Drax felt more relaxed. He even tried to
forget about the shame that the birth of his son
brought him. Especially when he presented
Hans “as yellow as the hot magma from an active
volcano” and all the other Dragons burst into
laughter as hard as they could, so hard that
three mountain tops crumbled.
The Emperor was very upset that day. He told
everyone that he drank too much boiling water
with wormwood and that his head was
spinning. After all, the other Dragons went to
their caves and that's exactly what he did. He
took a swig of boiling water with wormwood,
henbane and wild brier to forget all about the
shame and pain all of this caused him. And
when I say a swig, I mean he drank a few big
cauldrons, large enough to fill a hole that people
dig to build up a fountain.
But then, his loving wife Kateya, interrupted
him saying that “they need to talk RIGHT THEN
AND THERE”. And that meant that Drax didn't
have a choice but to listen to his wife and to
fulfil his duties as a father, preparing Hans for
the real world – the world that he will grow up

19. in. And the preparation consists of highly
valued teachings that a Dragon couldn't live
without. That means flying, blowing fire and
leading a part of the mountains one day...

20. Hans learned quickly how to spit fire, and by the
time he was one he even managed to set an old
oak on fire. It would have been better if the old
tree hadn't have been planted by Drax's father
as a symbol of the mountain and The Green
Dragon brotherhood. But that's that. The only
thing left from the symbol was the ash. Drax
decided right then and there that it's not a good
thing to play with fire right near their cave, so
he taught Hans how to fly, but as far as possible
from the things he loved. And it was a good
decision. Hans learnt the flying lessons very
fast, the only problem that he had was landing.
He just couldn't do it. He destroyed dozens and
dozens of trees, but he just didn't manage to
land properly.
If at first Sarrawar and Bollowar were
concerned about their little brother, that he
would not be as fierce as any other Dragon, now
they were very happy about the guy. Despite all
of their expectations, Hans was getting fiercer
and fiercer every day and the burning and
destruction lessons were a breeze for him.
Moreover, he came up with some new ideas that
scared even Drax, and on hearing them, his
mother passed out. "The Dragons could just dig

21. a tunnel under the ground to burn the villages
from beneath," he said. "Not like before by flying
over. This way the people wouldn't know what hit
them and they wouldn't know where to run."
These ideas, and also Hans' cruelty, made Drax
restless and made him realise that he might
have made a mistake somewhere in his burning
lessons. The Dragons may be strong and able to
destroy everything in their path, but power is
for those who know how to handle it. If you
abuse it and you turn it into cruelty, you're
probably too weak and unfit to have this gift.

22. Hans didn't realise that his way of talking and
doing things could make someone worry. He
only knew that, unlike his brothers, he is
smaller, weaker and he's... yellow. And all the
other Dragons are making fun of him every time
they see him. At three, even if he was learning
better and faster than everyone else, he was still
feeling little, helpless and despised by others.
And when Lavys, an ugly skinny rabbit, gave
him the idea of burning the villages from
underground, he really thought that his dad will
be proud. He didn't really know what “village”
and “man” meant, but he surely knew what
“fire” and “burn” meant. And Lavys, his best
friend, assured him that “fire” and “burn” is all a
dragon will ever have to know.
"Hans," Lavys said. "People and Dragons behave
exactly like rabbits and carrots. Do you
understand this? Rabbits eat carrots and
dragons eat people. The only difference is that
the carrots are quiet in the ground, while people
run and like to hunt Dragons!"
"To hunt Dragons?" Hans asked, scared.
"Exactly," Lavys assures. "Even if they look
small and harmless compared to the Dragons.

23. Did you see how the ants crawled all over me
when I stepped over them?"
"Oh Lavys, that was awful."
"Tell me about it!!!" yelled the rabbit; he
seemed mad and grumpy all the time. "If you
didn't help by blowing fire over those other
ants, God knows what would have been left of
me."
"Yes... good thing you told me what to do at the
right time. And forgive me for burning you a
little."
"Only a little?" the rabbit asked, even angrier.
"My fur was white then and look at me now –
I'm all blackish and with dark spots all over
me."
Hans was a little bit upset about this and he
mumbled some words of reconciliation.
"But I'm your friend and I forgive you," Lavys
said, cunningly. "Even more, I will help you
make your dad proud of you!"
"Would you do that for me?"

24. "Of course," Lavys said, unwittingly spitting
saliva between his two front teeth. Besides the
fact that he was really skinny, with his fur all
burned and a bad ear, also one of his front teeth
was half broken.
"These are what real friends are for, you know?
They help each other out," Lavys assured him.
"And I will help you to be the most feared
Dragon in the whole wide world! But just so
we're clear, no one needs to know that I'm
helping you."
"Don't worry Lavys," the little Dragon reassured
him. "Everyone knows that you're my friend,
but no one knows that you give me the wisest
advice."
"Very well," the rabbit said. "Now let's repeat
the burning lesson again. When you get into the
cave you have to wait for everybody to be
asleep and after that you'll blow the most
powerful fire ever, so that everything that can
be burnt in the cave will burn."
"But do you think that my parents and brothers
will appreciate this?"

25. "Oh, of course they will. You see, every Dragon
should be mean. And what is worse than setting
all of your parents' savings on fire?"
"Ok Lavys, if you say so. My dad will be so proud
and happy."

26. Drax was not happy with his son. He barely fell
asleep, when he woke up to the crackling sound
of wooden sculptures turning to ashes.
Sculptures that were kept in their cave for more
than a century…
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