Crackling fire reaches our ears as we open into a personal library. The smell of books is intertwined with the sounds of pages turning as we see Captain Arcadia flipping through a book. The title? St. George and the Dragon. He looks up from the book, smiling as he waves a hand over.

“Come over, come over! There’s nothing like taking a moment to kick back and read a good story. In them, you can experience so many things in comfort and safety. My favorites are the fantasy ones, that deal with knights and dragons.”

“See, dragons are like the epitome of the coolest monsters ever. They’re large, powerful and come from an age long ago. They hoard great treasures and wealth, and lust eternally for more and more. Nothing ever really fills their hunger for gold, maidens, and more. They hold the eye, and dominate the stories as they appear”

“That is,” he says giving a knowing nod, “until the knight appears. With brilliant shining armor, shield and sword in hand, they rush in to right the wrongs of the past and save the day. They are the heroes, leaving the horrors of the past to perish and belong where they truly deserve.”

He closes the book, putting it down on the side table next to him. Leaning back, he stretches for a moment in the chair before speaking.

“Dragons seem to have that in the real world too. An old luchador, whose glory days were never as shiny as the others, lurks up from the unknown as the entire world is thrown into chaos. It hungers with a snarling visage for the gold that lays above it, desperate to claim what it once was.”

Captain Arcadia shakes his head, sitting forward while looking directly towards us.

“Olympus just isn’t your kingdom to raid. These halls don’t just let any washed up wrestler to come in and reach for the gold to rule us all. Here, despite the safety out of the ring, monsters and heroes often come to violent, bitter ends. Leaving only trophies hung on bloody walls as an echo of what once was.”

“But a knight exists in the heart of the kingdom. A knight that will meet a dragon mid air, clash with the threat, and take care of it before it can ever hurt the fair maidens and the gold in the hall it seeks to destroy. One equipped with the right shield for the job. And someone quite familiar with the movement of serpents”

He smiles, winking before standing up from the chair and pulling out his shield from the

“This isn’t the place for fairy tales and old history to come alive. It’s where it comes to be slain and put to rest. Best place for an old dragon to be flayed alive in front of an entire audience.”

He leaves the scene, shutting the door behind him. We look back to the fireplace, watching the flames die as the scene goes black.